The Myth

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. 

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4 Comments

  1. brian miller said,

    July 3, 2013 at 5:34 pm

    thanks for helping us to see them a bit today….those reaching for fiction over reality…yep…and those that have need and dont know their own way out…see beyond the myth of our daily importance…amen…smiles.

  2. Grace said,

    July 4, 2013 at 12:23 am

    They are the good samaritans and the angels in our lives ~ I admire their vision and character ~

  3. grapeling said,

    July 4, 2013 at 7:09 am

    like a prayer, or a chant, hypnotic and compelling

  4. kaykuala said,

    July 4, 2013 at 3:13 pm

    There’re those daily who create wonders that others may live freely but yet remain faceless.There are who give time, efforts and money but remain unsung! Great thoughts MM!

    Hank


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