The gathering place
Is an unassuming room
That disguises the magic to be made
The tables and chairs look ordinary
But they wait, knowing
They are empty, but full of expectation
They have carried dreams
They have borne witness to songs of hope
Dressed up as speeches
This is a room that changes people
Warms hearts and moves tongues
Words form and float in the air
Fear and faith becoming friends
This is a room where possibility feels possible
Doubts are asked to be doubted
This is a room
This gathering place
Who asks those that leave
To remember
To return
