The Chair and the Call

Up from the chair, Matthew arose,
From the hum that held him in its throes.
A vibrating seat that would not release,
Bound to its fifteen minutes of peace.

It buzzed and it whirred, a steady refrain,
A comfort, a habit, a gentle chain.
Holding him there in its timed embrace,
Keeping him fixed in one small place.

But something within said, “Now is the hour,”
A whisper of freedom, a stirring of power.
So up he stood, though the chair still called,
No longer content to remain installed.

For life is not lived in cycles confined,
Nor purpose fulfilled by a resting mind.
Sometimes we rise, though comfort is near,
To answer a call we’re meant to hear.

Ecclesiastes 9:10 (KJV)
“Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might…”

For God’s Honor and Glory
Mark C Waldrop