Angels at the Gates
by Tom King
The signs are there to see these days,
Like the fig tree's leaves in spring
Tell of the summer coming soon,
Or the first frost warns of winter's imminent arrival.
We've a journey ahead of us when it's done,
Him coming back's a big deal and we've
A trip through space and all those stars to see.
And a landing in triumph at Heaven's spaceport.
There will be angels at the gates, each carrying
A golden card that opens that extravagant pearl portal
For us. Opens upon that vast city of wonders
Beyond imagining, Where streets are durable gold.
And when we enter, our loved ones about us,
Another face is there beside, one we seem to recognize;
And somehow know though we've not seen him before,
And I think he'll grin as he walks us proudly home.
© 2022 by Tom King
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