Empty Chair

© 2002 by Christopher Kurtz

In my house sits an empty chair
For as long as I remember
It's been used but never filled
And though it's aging it's just like new.

Where tired people come and rest and warm their fires
Where self and others come between themselves
   to see that
as the hours pass the day grows brighter
and as the years go past the days grow brighter.

You ought to see the troubled souls
Turn and greet the ones who just walked in
You'd never know it from the view
Everyone in here is just like you.

So maybe somebody will think we are crazy
Come closer, sing louder, hold your hands together.