An empty chair beside his bed
An old man lay alone
He thought of all that he had done
And how he could atone
He did not know the words to use
To speak to God above
A Priest once said you only need
To speak your words with love
Place a chair beside your bed
And Christ will sit with you
Never fear, He knows your truth
He knows just what to do
Every night the man did try
To speak to Him above
He spoke his truths and his woes
He spoke it all with love
The chair beside him spoke one night
And asked if it was time
Come with me and be at peace
Together we will climb
To heights untold where angles sing
My Fathers waits with pride
Hold my hand and we will fly
The world will have to bide
The sun did rise to greet the day
And our hero breathed his last
Content of heart and smiling lips
He took the hand as asked
Butterfly Sand 
Owww, he died.
This is so lovely.
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Thank you Chi.
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This is beautiful, Pam…
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Thank you Dan.
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I like your post 😊.
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I am pleased
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Beautiful, Pam
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Thanks John.
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Beautifully written Pam, very touching words. My empty chair is at the end of the bed, must not be my time yet. Either that or it might be why I’m only hearing whispers 😀
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ah, but the important thing is that you are listening.
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Well said kind lady, well said 😀
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This is sublime
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wow, thank you
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You’re very welcome – and talented! 🙂
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