Before the Silver City
Beyond the broken gate
Beside a wooden carriage
Her truest love does wait.
He waits among the flowers
He waits among the vines
He wears a golden halo
On him the bright sun shines
He smiles across the meadow
Beckons with his eyes
He lifts a hand in welcome
To him her Spirit flies
To rest within the circle
In his beloved embrace
And dwell within the safety
Of his enduring Grace
Before the Golden City
Beyond the jeweled gate
Holding out his hand to her
Again, her true love waits.
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This poem makes my heart sing. The perfect gentleman waiting on the other side. What a lovely picture this paints for the lady who's true love crossed over before she did. Here he is holding the door for her one last time...beautiful!