The Chair
The Chair
Long trip in.
Stop and go Traffic.
Stop and go drizzle.
My Office door,
Announces Psychotherapist!
Ames chair,
Traditional
consulting room fare!
It waits for me each morning.
It’s white, soft leather seat,
Envelopes, caresses my hard bony seat.
The Chair has taken many journeys.
It has held me,
Supported me,
Through calm and stormy seas.
Most Journeys’ begin,
Hesitantly, apprehensively,
But always bravely.
If ended early
The journey may be
Forever lost!
A responsibility felt!
Lives entrusted to my hands.
Facilitate that journey
Move it forward.
Each trip unique;
Fingerprints of the soul.
I, an observer, guide and navigator!
Columbus in uncharted waters.
Must pick up the currents,
Catch the prevailing winds –
Let the canvas billow and pull.
I know, these currents,
These winds, these waters.
I once journeyed here myself.
Some ships are sturdy,
Plumb deeper waters
Unafraid of denizens below.
Others begin shallow.
Some stay the coastline.
Yet all need to sail,
Take their journey.
Whether deep or shallow
Each tries to find their way.
Ships bell has just struck nine
Last goodnight, as
Last person leaves.
I rise from the chair, Stretch.
Faces, voices
Swirl around me - through me.
Slowly ebb and fade.
I am at peace.
First, I did no harm!
There were those I bought some comfort to.
Others helped see themselves,
Their Journey, more clearly –
Yet some, I simply listened to,
And it was enough.
For some –
A small change.
Yet Small changes
Become large changes
In the quality of a life!
Blessed and fortunate
To touch the mind, heart and soul of another
humanbeing
To offer understanding and assistance
That changes the trajectory of a life.
I pray:
Thank you for this day.
Thank you for this work,
I love and cherish so much.
The chair will wait for me tomorrow.
For now, the office door closes.
I am homeward bound.
STEVEN D. ROBLES |