My Chair

Today is the day and I am glad for it.

I will walk in and be met with surprise, warm embraces and happy greetings. I will give brief updates to most as I make my way around the room to give all a personal greeting.

Then I will get to her and she will say in a Texan drawl, “We missed you, girl, glad to see you, glad to have you back.” And I will reply, “it’s good to be back and it’s good to be seen.”

Then we will settle down and return to our places. And I will sit in my chair. It is an average, older chair, green upholstery with wooden arms and fairly comfortable. But everyone knows that this is my chair. This is where I sit when I am here and where I have sat for the past four years.

My chair, where I have a place and where I belong.

Without

I wait without
Without the walls
Without the gate
I wait

I wait with the lepers
I wait with the whores
I wait with the invisible

I am counted among the transgressors

MKJV: Isaiah 53:12. Therefore I will divide to Him with the great, and He shall divide the spoil with the strong; because He has poured out His soul to death; and He was counted among the transgressors; and He bore the sin of many, and made intercession for transgressors.