POEM_THE EMPTY CHAIRS

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TEARS IN A BOTTLE COLLECTION
Caryl Ramsdale, American Poet

I know thy works, and where thou dwellest, even where Satan’s seat is: and thou holdest fast my name, and hast not denied my faith, even in those days wherein An’-ti-pas was my faithful martyr, who was slain among you, where Satan dwelleth. REVELATION 2:13 KJV

THE EMPTY CHAIRS
to Joseph Thomas [Tom] Casey
11/05/1908-04/16/1966

Nightly they tuned the dial
To wonderful worlds of sound.
Broadcasts came through airwaves and
Captured everyone in town.
Sometimes they listened and rocked
To suspense and mystery;
Thrilling, dramatized tales from
Famous dectective stories.
Eloquent storytellers,
Comedy kings, queens and teams;
Radio's Golden Age stirred
Imaginations and dreams.
Preachers on fire for the Lord
Shouted, "Thus saith the Lord."
They denounced the devil and
Talked about a two edged sword.
We all forget things in time,
No matter how much we care;
But I will never forget
Who sat in the empty chairs.