The Invitation
Imagine this
An empty chair
And opposite
Another there
You choose to sit
You have a choice
No movement. No whisper.
Just silent voice
You wait a while
You close your eyes
To calm the spinning..
Break bonds. Break ties
Pretty soon
You're feeling seen
Such clarity
Not like a dream
Sat in the dark
Creative light
Invades your soul
Joyful and bright
The shadows
Are no longer there
No doubt or shame
Just love and care
Everything
You've tried to own
Is taken back
To find it's home
Just you
And love
A peace personified
Like a dove
Pure and white
Creative thoughts
Spread wings..
Take flight
You're seen
And there will ever be
A harbour in
The stormy sea
A friend, so keen
An advocate
A place to rest
Through garden gate
Where peace resides
And love, of course
To meet you in
This still discourse
A chair. A bench..
It matters not
Just find that space and
Book your slot
Bring all you have
Your gifts and more
The broken things
Love can restore
Just come
No need for preparation
That empty chair
The invitation
Copyright © Christopher Grieves | Year Posted 2025
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