Amid the festive smells, and bells
From the steeple sweetly chiming;
And as the winter’s cold silence
Warms the heart with expectation
Of the swift-set sun, and feasting
Together ‘round the banquet set,
I look to see an empty place
Where once your face, bright and beaming
With happiness, delighted all,
But now you’re gone,
And I, beloved, feel the sting
Of days and weeks, of months and years,
Without your laughter, sans your sighs,
And harmless, confiding whispers.
The children sing of Christ the King –
At once my heart is stirred to see,
That ‘round another table set
We yet together eat and drink
The bread, the wine, for Christ is mine,
And yours, and we are ever His.
Until the shadows flee the earth,
And glory fills her like the sea –
Until the empty place is filled,
I’ll eat the Supper here, you there,
And wait, in love, to be renewed.
My tears may flow for now, I know,
But, even so, not forever.