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
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rows-of-empty-chairs/
