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Three Chairs
by DeAnna Brooks THREE CHAIRS Three chairs Rest side by side Empty Each bears a name A child absent from my embrace But not my heart Though they reside on a carpet of living green Enfolded in light's embrace Gazing steadily upon waters Running gently still Peace is not their portion Or mine Empty chairs Never having known their presence Yet their wavering image fills each As my heart's gaze lingers there Three empty chairs Filled with lingering burdens Trials, pains, sufferings Life's tutors In the journey of their faith Empty burdens weigh down my soul Deplete my spirit I see amiss Not three empty chairs But three Isaacs And three altars call Dare I listen In the darkness of Abraham's night To the sacred Voice speaking my name Will I resist obedience's freedom Preferring loving Wishing it the sacrifice to which I'm called Easier sacrifice My own understanding Martyr to burden bearing But the darkness of Abraham's night Will not be silenced The sacred Voice still speaks my name Knowing well the pain to which obedience calls Offering to be my soul's balm Himself knowing the knife's cutting edge Promise's pouring out The night awaits An answer Dare I lay my Isaacs down Entrust them to Sovereignty's thicket ram To I AM's care That better offering than myself Who knows no burden Three empty chairs Within my open hand Three offerings Each bearing an absent child's name Side by side On pastures green Gazing on Living Water Poured out for them ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ DeAnna Brooks (December 5, 2007) Having raised four children, I live now in Texas. Mostly my writing is a sojourn with God. I find myself ever planted in Eden, glorying in its abundant and rich communion with the Almighty. Or, I am looking back, with longing. And the sojourn continues. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |