Friday, October 10, 2008

Lonely Chairs at Beachwalk . . .

For some reason,
as I cruise through Beachwalk,
I notice that front porch chairs
are a recurring theme on all
of them . . .











And the chairs are all empty.

Didn't find one home

with people sitting

on their porches.





Maybe sitting on porches

is a lost art.
Maybe people prefer not actually looking
at each other as they talk . . .
sometimes incessantly,
at least on their cells.


Or probably, people have forgotten how to relax
and enjoy having nothing to do.
It seems I never have time to relax.
I don't know what to do with myself
when there's "nothing" to do.
There's always "something' that needs
to be done. ALWAYS! Work, work, work . . .
These chairs, if they could talk,
what would they say?
Maybe they'd say "I was hoping
for company. "
Sad, isn't it?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~

30But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
31Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.
32Whosoever therefore shall confess me before men, him will I confess also before my Father which is in heaven.
33But whosoever shall deny me before men, him will I also deny before my Father which is in heaven. Matthew 10:30-33


1 comment:

Jai Johnson said...

Aw, the lost art of sitting on the porch. I actually still do that. When life gets too busy I can't sit on the porch, there's a problem. And I've grown quite content to sit there alone, since everyone else is so "busy". Yet, I am never alone, for He is with me.