The Red Chair
©2016 Rolland G. Smith
I spent some time a week ago
Within the woods of primal time.
The wind was there, hard, to and fro,
As was the chill of northern clime.
But in the chair of red, was peace.
I took some time to think and pray.
What came to me was a release
From straining thoughts that comes each day.
The chair is red and that’s its grace
For tuning into something else,
That’s not at home, but in this place,
And now it’s mine. It’s what I felt.
This is a chair that does divine
The solace that the spirit seeks.
By water’s edge as I recline
I see life’s truth where I can peek.
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