Poetry challenge

Abbey of the Arts had a poetry invitation on her blog. Anyone is invited to play. I'm cross-posting here...

The photo below immediately brought up an image and a memory in my mind and out the poem rolled...

Grief sometimes comes in empty chairs
or empty stares
and sometimes whispers
“why weren’t you there?
i needed you…”

Patience sometimes builds with empty chairs
and empty stares
and sometimes we wait
for love to come say,
“thanks… for waiting
and believing in me…”

The loneliness in empty chairs
and empty stares
forgotten dates
and poignant waits
is do-able
bear-able
Yes. It really is…

God’s unseen Body sits across
in that empty chair
and loves
and listens
and waits
until we stop
to hear Him

Deb Vaughn