The
Man Who Likes to Sit
A
short, heavy-set man, when he walks
he looks
like a big friendly elf coming home
from
a hard day’s work, leaning forward
and dragging
his feet; but that’s just the way
he walks.
He’s not a cultured, sophisticated
man;
but he’s learned to enjoy the simple
things
that life has given him, like his wife,
children,
grandchildren, his home, garden,
and
winter living in sunny Arizona. He’s
always
been a hard worker, and he deplores
dishonesty
wherever he sees it; but the man’s
character
shines brightest in his habit of sitting.
“I
like to just sit,” he said to me one day,
revealing
his deep secret. He doesn’t do it
all
the time; but every once in a while, he will
sit
in his easy chair and not think, worry,
or
wonder about life’s meaning; he just sits.
And
if he were a well-read man, he would know
what
the psalmist meant when he said: “Be
still
and know that I am God.”
Composed
in Nipigon, Ontario
Date
unknown: 1990-2000
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