“A man is another man’s face”
For Michael Harper; and for T. S. Eliot there is time
“To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet.”
He even put pale green make-up on his own
Public face
Mask, theatre
The laugh that guy put on in the blues club
Which signified his lost center
Too much bar
Too much beer
There was that intense, intensive week for me
Together in worship and play
Youth Church Camp
Together face to face all day and into the night
Campfire, sacred flame, circle, singing
Sacred space, sacred time
They will always remember
I will
And then that laugh he put on in the blues club
The faces I meet when they compel a face from me
And the campfire burns only inside me
Behind the faces I now wear
David Fekete 