The Invisible Ones

She seemed out of place
on this late June day,
wearing several layers of clothes
including a coat.

But she was invisible
even with her several gags
of belongings -
as if she was traveling -
she was always traveling,
I believe.

I couldn't help looking.
I wanted to notice her.
I don't think anyone else
coming into the church
noticed her – she was invisible.

I wanted to think of something
to say to her...
I wanted to notice her.
During the Mass,
I didn't see her leave
the hall and join us.

I wanted to think of something
to say
at the end of Mass
but she was gone...

I just wanted to show her
some empathy.

I don't know what
her experience is
but I was thinking
I'm also invisible.

by Bruce Whealton
June 23, 2009

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