the chair by the fire is empty
Dad won’t be here to read Luke 2
we feel his loss deeply
and still our hearts are full
the stocking for Dad is empty
he won’t be bringing the shrimp dip
everything’s different without him
and still our hearts are full
they’re full because God loves us
they’re full because He lived
they’re full because Dad’s healed now
they’re full because Christmas is
Dad is gone…and still our hearts are full
Copyright 2017, Glover Gardens
I agree. I hung up my Dad’s stocking as well. I’ll always miss him greatly every day, especially at Christmas 🎄
You “get” me! Aren’t we blessed to have had Dads we miss so much because they were so wonderful?
Oh I agree we are very blessed!
Have a Merry Christmas! 🎄🎁
The contrasting shades of emotion are lit by every line, Kim. Every heartbeat of this poem is full of love and a sure hope, the latter borne of faith gives it that richness that is unparalleled by any earthly comfort. I know exactly what you mean, Kim, the loss immeasurable but measured still by empty chair and absent dip at Christmas, STILL bearable by the sure knowledge of God’s love shown at Christmas, the fulfillment of every promise of healing. Amazing grace!
~ Dora
Thank you so much, Dora. Amazing grace, indeed.