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Friday, February 25, 2011

Again: The Empty Chair


A chair alone
Offering solitude
Quietly awaiting
One weary,
In need of rest
Rest of body
And need of rest for the soul
Blessed healing rest
In Him Who makes one whole.

A chair, alone
Perhaps a quiet corner
Surrounded by worldly noise
Yet, set apart
Pondering thoughts
From the heavenly source
Allowing thoughts to flow
Along a random course.

A chair, alone
Empty, inviting
Compelling one
To step aside from the race
To await God's leading
In this set apart space
To be restored
Through irresistible grace.

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