The Old Broken Chair — a poem I've submitted to a publication on Medium
This is a short poem I wrote on July 1, 1980, and my thoughts on taking "time out" from a world that is spinning way too fast.
Hello everyone,
I just submitted the following to a publication on Medium called the Good Vibes Club. Last week I published my About Me story in a publication specifically for About Me Stories, but that was a shoe-in, you might say, with zero editorial requirements other than formatting.
I didn’t plan on doing this when I woke up this morning. But here it is — an example of how the Lord is continually surprising me in this grand adventure of writing online.
Enjoy! And if you have any questions about Medium — as a reader OR writer — please let me know.
This poem is very special to me. And it’s not because it’s one of the few I’ve written. No, it’s because of the deep, inner meaning. I was in a thoughtful, contemplative mood the day I wrote it. And even as I read it now, it reminds me of how powerful it is to stop. Breathe. Think. Contemplate.
Life goes nonstop for most of us. It was that way for me in 1980 when I wrote it. How much more now with all the technology and the constant chatter that swirls around us 24/7?
One of my favorite authors is Ed Cyzewski. He’s a Christian author, seminary grad, and freelance editor who writes about contemplative prayer and restoring your soul. He wrote the book Pray, Write, Grow, and in it, he said this:
If we continue to cultivate habits of stillness and quiet throughout the day, we have faith that God can meet us and will speak even at moments when we aren’t expecting to hear anything.1
Do you have trouble quieting your mind? I do. But somehow, when I read this poem and others like it occasionally, my world stops — for just a moment.
I pray it helps you in this way, too. Today. Right now.
The Old Broken Chair
The dust settles easily on the old broken chair,
Not a single speck is tempted by the soft breeze blowing there.
It was once a sapling growing to its height of endless truth,
Telling tales of spark and wisdom to the ears of wondering youth.
Ages past are all forgotten, taking a toll along the way,
So find the treasures of the moment — bind them up and bid them stay.
The echoes resound quietly amid the carving of the wood
Speak the truth of all those memories that are finally understood.
Let us thank our God in heaven that He gives us comfort there
For dust cannot settle on what’s no longer an old broken chair.
Selah — pause and calmly think of that.
Have a blessed day!
Sharon
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Ed Cyzewski, Pray, Write, Grow: Cultivating Prayer and Writing Together (CreateSpace, 2015), 7, Kindle.
I love it!