The chairs sat waiting in rows <br />beneath a golden chandelier of light; <br />each unique in detail shows, <br /> <br />(and one in purpose knows) . <br /> <br />Four legs seated on wooden floor, <br />floor resting on Earth, <br />Earth on space <br />and space an endless hollow, <br /> <br />(by limitless existence made a place) . <br /> <br />Rows of empty chairs waiting in faith <br />that limitless existence <br />will be seated in each face, <br /> <br />(what face has never seen a tear?) <br /> <br />It is all love from which they are made <br />and nothing but love will keep decay at bay <br />but they will, must, return to dust, <br /> <br />(which is also love most dear) . <br /> <br />The floor to Earth will return thus, <br />and the space will have no hollow <br />to manifest this mind, <br /> <br />(and all this which must surely follow) . <br /> <br />The limitless existence seated in each place <br />announces a new beginning <br />in each and every moment, <br /> <br />(in each and every face) . <br /> <br />This endless hollow <br />which is so full of grace, <br />with rows of empty chairs, <br /> <br />(waiting in unending faith) .<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rows-of-empty-chairs/
