I close my eyes and I am forced to see
More than the iris views without its sheet.
I’m blind to all but the rushing Red Sea,
With open eyes, I see an empty chair,
Two coffee cups when all I need is one.
Your gentle voice still fills the silent air,
A sweet sound lasting until Kingdom come.
I close my eyes and I am forced to see
The great arrival of a loved, lost mirth
That frees the heart from endless misery
As my mind’s eye creates divine rebirth.
Though your chair sits empty evermore,
Forever will your love lay in my core.
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