David Taylor - Rows Of Empty Chairs

The chairs sat waiting in rows
beneath a golden chandelier of light;
each unique in detail shows,

(and one in purpose knows) .

Four legs seated on wooden floor,
floor resting on Earth,
Earth on space
and space an endless hollow,

(by limitless existence made a place) .

Rows of empty chairs waiting in faith
that limitless existence
will be seated in each face,

(what face has never seen a tear?)

It is all love from which they are made
and nothing but love will keep decay at bay
but they will, must, return to dust,

(which is also love most dear) .

The floor to Earth will return thus,
and the space will have no hollow
to manifest this mind,

(and all this which must surely follow) .

The limitless existence seated in each place
announces a new beginning
in each and every moment,

(in each and every face) .

This endless hollow
which is so full of grace,
with rows of empty chairs,

(waiting in unending faith) .

David Taylor

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