That One Comfortable Chair

Unfolding Life

That One Comfortable Chair

Beside the low oak table

Clear now of all clutter so

The beauty of the honey oak glows,

I wait,

Empty,

Open,

Ready to receive

New thoughts

News of thresholds ahead waiting for me.

I cannot know in advance

What will be born with ink

Flowing from the fountain pen

At first like a hesitant stream and then a river.

A table cleared, empty, readied,

A heart listening in silence, longing for what will appear that is whole hearted.

So I can begin again each day,

With an open table and

An opened page and readied pen.

What will they see and feel and speak?

And what will come forth from somewhere deep,

An unexplored corner

A presence hiding for years until it is safe to come out,

A voice waiting to speak but also waiting to be asked?

Could the photographs that surround me

Tell me of my unfolding?

Can these moments

Created when I was wholeheartedly focused,

Reveal what today I will turn away from

Because I cannot give myself wholeheartedly?

I want to remember where I long to saunter and to hear the mysteries.

I want to remember where I can write without interruption.

The day begins in

That one comfortable chair

Surrounded by moments of contentment.

I am trusting that in the silence

I’ll be led from who I am

Into the person I have yet to become.

© John Holliger 2014

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