The Empty Bench
An inspirational poem by Julie Carda
Benches are an invitation
Provide a place of relaxation
Offer opportunity for meditation
And add mystery to exploration.
Why place a bench in just such a way
Is it that perhaps at the end of a day
The weary worker, traveler, adventurer may
Have a seat and stay—for a moment.
Then does that bench transform
The guest into a dreamer of reform
With the past, present, future a swarm
Of brilliance above all conform?
And in the end what remains
Are vibrations as bountiful as one hundred cranes
Carrying the dreams like a long stretch of train
Into a universe which gains
Co-created molecular particles
Re-assembled into canticles
Which fill every human receptacle
With a love inspired miracle