The Empty Chair 

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.

 

 

 

28 thoughts on “The Empty Chair 

  1. Murphy’s Law

    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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  2. Mark Lanesbury

    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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