No One

They have no one. They’ve had no one. The spirit of nothingness resides in the hearts of lost souls; easily overcome by competing doctrines. The winds blow them in every direction. Unstable, unplugged, unpredictable are their ways and thoughts. Misunderstood are the hurts that fester in their tortured minds. Offended by the invisible, embarrassed by the imaginary, disappointed by the non-existent, their lives are a scattered mixture of vicarious insults the world has dealt them through an open window of continuous real-time pains, borne by proxy. Taking on burdens never meant to be carried, the weight is multiplied exponentially by their years and no one knows their breaking point.
No one comes to stop the pain because no one told anyone to do it and they have always had no one. Salvation sweeps by them every Sunday on its way to church to read the word of truth to those who know it well. Goodness glides past them on the way to work in the morning, happily content with keeping quiet. Joy hurries by them each evening, closes its door and goes to sleep.

The fault of the faithful is the absence of truth told to those who have no one. And no one has to care if no one knows.

“How then shall they call on Him in whom they have not believed? And how shall they believe in Him of whom they have not heard?” Romans 10: 14