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Here At The Table

The lights are low, the kettle sings, Snow on the window, quiet things. Old photographs along the wall Remind us how fast the seasons fall. We drove too far, we said too much, We carried worry, we forgot the touch. But tonight the noise is shut outside, And every road has led us home. We don’t need much, just room to stay, A little grace to end the day. Here at the table, hearts drawn near, Love is louder than the year. Hands are open, time stands still, Peace feels possible again. Not in the giving, not in the gold, But in the stories we still hold— This is the gift we can’t replace: Here at the table, face to face. Someone laughs the way they did before, Someone hums an old refrain. We talk about the ones we miss And leave an empty chair their name. The world keeps spinning, hard and fast, Teaching us to rush right past The quiet wonder in a room Where every heartbeat feels in tune. We set aside the weight we bear, There’s healing in this moment shared. Here at the table, hearts drawn near, Love is louder than the year. Hands are open, time stands still, Peace feels possible again. Not in the giving, not in the gold, But in the stories we still hold— This is the gift we can’t replace: Here at the table, face to face. Candles flicker, shadows dance, Hope leans in, just like a chance. Forgiveness whispered, soft and slow, Like falling snow it starts to grow. No perfect words, no grand display, Just staying when we could walk away. Every scar, every prayer Finds a place belonging here. If peace is more than something we say, Let it begin with us today. If love is meant to cross the line, Let it start in this small time. May every night remember this: A borrowed breath, a fragile bliss— The miracle we couldn’t buy Was here all along, before our eyes. Here at the table, hearts made new, Old divisions falling through. Hands still open, guards come down, Heaven settles on this ground. Not in the giving, not in the gold, But in the ties that never grow old— This is the song our lives will trace: Here at the table, face to face.