Veiled and masked they come to church,

covering up their deep down hurt.

Dressed so well, makeup in place,

no one can get into their space.

Fear deep down of people knowing,

their true beginnings and hurts flowing.

Hands raised up to worship God,

But deep inside feeling odd.

Lonely, sad and unconnected,

Smile and hug as expected.

Leaving church, head held high,

but deep inside still want to die.

God wants us to live in truth,

the veils and masks need the boot.

By Barbara Lepson