A lot of times those of us here in America are attracted to that that looks good. And to be honest, that's human nature. We are naturally drawn toward the outwardly valuable. Often times though we tend to miss the other things. The more subtle items in this world that have a greater and far more meaningful value to them. Sometimes we need to stop. Look around. And see the "stories sewn in stitches" all around.
The Old Green Chair
By Andrew Clater
The Old Green Chair sits all alone
Untouched by human kind
The bronze and silver wheels that shone
Now dull and lacking luster
The Old Green Chair sits all alone
Its story sewn in stitches
Its cracked old leather torn and faded
It catches not the eye
Its worn out armrests browned and ag-ed
But what’s the old chair’s story?
‘Twas almost, one day off and crated
To a dumpster far away
But one old soul who saw the mover
Told him Tolkien’s words
He said to him “All that’s gold does not glitter”
“So please give me back my chair”
The mover stopped and thought it over
What the man had said
The mover turned and said to him
“What’s it about this chair?”
The old man’s eyes began to dim
And then to fill with tears
The old man spoke with a voice like a hymn
“It was my mother’s chair.”
