An Empty Space

The storage shed has a big empty space in it.
It took several years for me to throw away the vast hoard of junk in my soul. That began two decades ago, and mostly was done a few years back. More than once during that time, I dumped a bunch of material junk, too. It made room for truth, sanity, and compassion. Then I passed on the secret of empty spaces to others.
After Mom and Dad split, she was left with a lot of junk. We gave some away, but the rest we ignored awhile. She finally found someone worth loving and he took her far away. The house was empty, but then my son and his family joined us. Lots of stuff got moved and plenty is being given away, even as I type this.
So Mom and her new man came back and got all her stuff. They took it away today. The shed is half empty, and some other relative who left her stuff says she’ll be here to get it in a few days. The shed will be nearly empty by comparison. My son will put his stuff in there.
My house is full again. Yet, there is a fresh empty space in my soul. There’s room for truth, sanity and compassion. Who will move into that space next?