There are those daily surrounded,
by chattering friendly voices.
There are those daily surrounded,
by widely smiling faces.
There are those daily surrounded
and remaining apart from it.
There are those daily living
in a crowded solitude.
There are those daily living
along side but not with.
There are those daily living
in the myth of community.
There are those daily breathing
in air not their own.
There are those daily breathing
with heaving heavy hearts.
There are those daily breathing
knowing they are invisible.
There are those daily reaching
with aching silent need.
There are those daily reaching
for the kinship of fiction.
There are those daily reaching
down to rub aching feet.
There are those daily crying
for just one touch.
There are those daily crying
for just one piece of care.
There are those daily crying
for a taste of your life.
There are those daily toiling
to feed the monster mouth.
There are those daily toiling
slaves to perception and plans.
There are those daily toiling
to climb a ladder broken.
There are those daily smelling
the flowers we call weeds.
There are those daily smelling
the sweaty fear of the trapped.
There are those daily smelling
tiny wisps scented of freedom.
There are those daily lifting
burdens not theirs alone.
There are those daily lifting
knees to chest in a march.
There are those daily lifting
the weight of the myth.
There are those daily asking
why into a silent void.
There are those daily asking
when into a blowing wind.
There are those daily asking
how to a bound singing bird.
There are those daily who are
not more, and not less than you.
There are those daily who are
both more and less than you.
There are those daily who are
weighed wrongly as lacking.
There are those daily alone
making feet move forward.
There are those daily alone
sending prayers through tears.
There are those daily alone
reaching through the myth.
There are those daily striving
to find meaning in the chaos.
There are those daily striving
to fill a ravenous void.
There are those daily striving
to just keep breath in and out.
There are those daily praying
for those they do not know.
There are those daily praying
for that which they cannot hold.
There are those daily praying
for daily bread for body and spirit.
There are those daily who reach
to those mired down and alone.
There are those daily who reach
further than themselves.
There are those daily who reach
and find nothing there but air.
There are those daily who are
wicked, saintly, compassionate.
There are those daily who are
kind, brave, terrified.
There are those daily who are
nothing like you imagined.
We have in our world, and have always had, invisible people. People who for reasons of economics, health, personal conflict and personal choices are either seen as unimportant against a current standard of success or who have perfected their facade to a point where people do not look past the false front to see the real person behind. We all have times of being invisible in our lives, but to God we are always visible. Always loved. Jesus reached people where they were in illness, sin, despair and through the veil of death. We daily walk past those who don’t fit. I don’t need to list them – you know who is on the margins of your community, your life. The strongest person can be the one who needs help the most. The quietest one could be the one with the most to say. A small child can have greater wisdom than a scholar but who hears him? I challenge you personally to find at least one person a day that you can connect with – smile, a coffee, a prayer, a handshake, eye contact – that you would normally skim over. See that person beyond the myth of our daily importance and see them as a child of God. With value. Beloved. Created.