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 angels sing,
My Father 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.
I really, really, really enjoy the positive approach you have taken. Well done, Pam!
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Thank you Frank. This one still resonates with me.
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Beautiful. Heartwarming. Sad. Uplifting. Positive. Your poem is all of these things and so much more. I agree with Frank…..well done, Pam.
Ginger
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Thank you Ginger. I am so pleased you like it.
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This touched my heart, Pam. You’re so gifted. ♥️
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That means a lot to me Karla, thank you.
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You’re so welcome, Pam. ♥️❤️💛
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Wonderful, Pam!
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Thank you Jennie.
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So….& So positive words written in poem. Heart touching poem. I like.
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Thank you so much.
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Most welcome;!
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Good one, Pamela. I think this would be a great way to go.
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I think so . . . at 102.
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This is a touching poem. So well done. Thanks.
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Thanks Darlene.
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Wow, so beautiful!
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Thank you Nico.
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They are very beautiful words dear lady, your heart within them speaking something very profound. As I lay on the floor thinking it was my last, something very deep within me just quietly asked for forgiveness. Not for specifics but an admission that I had made mistakes, and they have purpose…but more that I gave it my best shot. And then I think because I had released ‘here’ and spoke from that heartfelt place of love within us all…He spoke to me and just said ‘I am the giver of life’, and I began to slowly breathe again. When something touches you like that it never leaves you…just as your lovely words above will do to many. Thank you ❤️ 🙏🏽 🦋
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Thank you Mark, thank you.
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This piece brings to mind the Chris Stapleton song “Daddy Doesn’t Pray Anymore”.
Poignant and beautiful, Pam
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Thank you so much. I read something, somewhere that told somebody how to talk to God.
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It’s beautiful.
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I’m going to tack myself onto Ginger’s comment, Pam. This is all those things.
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Thanks Dan.
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This is wonderful, Pam and surely would help someone else who questions how to go about it.
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Thank you.
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🙂
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