Chairs waiting by the window pane,
Two small seats for joy and pain,
Room enough for quiet talk,
Time to sit before we walk.
Even glances, softened eyes,
Honest truth without disguise,
Let the calmer be our guide,
We can keep the warmer side.
Chairs waiting by the window,
Hold our morning kind and slow,
Every breath and thought align,
Peace and love in tender design.
Listen first and then reply,
Leave the need to justify,
Offer what we really mean,
Not the sharp, defending sheen.
Measured hearing, mellow tone,
Let the other not feel alone,
Share a silence, share a smile,
Stay a thoughtful little while.
Chairs waiting by the window,
Hold our morning kind and slow,
Every breath and thought align,
Peace and love in tender design.
When we rise to meet the day,
Let our words stay simple, stay,
Carry softness into noon,
Bring it back this afternoon.
Even pacing, human art,
Keep the bridges in the heart,
Low and patient, warm and true,
I can sit and listen too.
Chairs waiting by the window,
Hold our morning kind and slow,
Every breath and thought align,
Peace and love in tender design.
Here is where the day begins,
Not with wins or weight of wins,
Just with kindness in a chair,
Two small places saying, “Share.”
Chairs waiting by the window,
Hold our morning kind and slow,
Every breath and thought align,
Peace and love in tender design.
Chairs waiting by the window,
Keep our words unforced to flow,
Every breath and thought align,
Peace and love in tender design.
By the window, let us know,
How to listen, how to grow,
Every breath and thought align,
Trust and grace in tender design.
Chairs waiting by the window,
Hold our morning kind and slow,
Every breath and thought align,
Peace and love in tender design.
Two chairs, still true,
Make a space for me and you,
Every breath and thought align,
Peace and love in tender design.