Beneath The Masks Poem by April Humason

Halloween arrives in borrowed disguise,
Shadows trembling beneath painted skies.
Not fearing night, but seeing it clear,
A masquerade where truth feels near.

Masks are worn, but souls are real,
And darkness cannot truly steal
The light that lives inside the heart,
No costume hides what God may start.

Wolves dress softly, fear wears lace,
But Heaven's peace cannot be replaced.
Not every shadow holds a chain,
Not every mask belongs to pain.

On this night of hollow spark,
I choose the light instead of dark.
No spell can bind what God made free,
No lie can name the truth in me.

Let others trade their truest face,
I stand unchanged by borrowed grace.
No haunted path, no whispered fear,
Can pull me from the Savior near.

For though the world may dress in fright,
My soul is clothed in holy light.
And when the night has had its say,
God's truth remains at break of day.