Drops of Color/ Four-legged Friend
Drops of Color
Four-legged Friend
It was not a chair
placed in some corner
for an unruly Soul.
It was a seat
set in an unknown place
—no on lookers.
The chair was
rickety, wobbly.
The cushion frayed and
sat upon
innumerable times.
By whom?
It matters not!
Sitting, the rush of
a million voices heard—
like the sound of a waterfall.
There was I,
—deluged, soaked,
not a crevice dry.
Hanging my head,
every lasting drop
spilled to the floor.
Suddenly, every ‘voice’
gone—vanished.
Lifting my head
—a light found its way
into the room.
A warmth filled my being.
How I longed to stay.
This four-legged friend
carried me for what felt
like hours.
Quietly,
the empty space
seemed to say
‘you can come here
anytime’
and it does not have to
be in ‘this’ space.
Wherever you are,
Whatever is happening,
You know this ‘place.’
Find your four-legged
friend,
and sit awhile
—or the earth’s floor is a wonderous
cushioned seat!
No matter what is
happening in your world,
around the world—
it will not go away.
Yet, the prayerful place
will change the
Soul forever.
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