A chair sits on the grass facing a tree, waiting to be filled. The tree has a hollowed trunk eaten by decay from illness. The tree is sick, dying slowly, and the chair keeps vigil. Like God watches and sits with us, we, too, need to fill that chair, and concern ourselves with those who need our attention and love during the latter part of life, as transformation to to the next begins. Attention is love, and witness is affirmation. Comfort is found in presence, when attended with love.
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