A Young Man At the Gate

I saw a young man at the gate He turned to me and smiled No words were spoken But I felt a longing in my heart I yelled at him to wait But there was purpose in his steps I heard a gentle voice Beckoning him forward It was filled with eternal love Contentment beyond understanding The young man heard his calling And lifted his voice in glorious song I saw the two embrace Like old friends who had never forgotten A bond that could not be broken And promises that now would be fulfilled The young man turned to me one last time He slowly waved and smiled again As I heard an aged voice Tell me he was in good hands I nodded my head and whispered a prayer “Take care of my boy…he’s all I have.” I wiped the tears from my face And watched the sun set in the distance