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.”