BY THE EASTERN GATE
He told us how he found her when he came home. The wife that stood in the drive way early that morning, kissed him and then, waved goodbye. He found the wife he loved so much, when he came home for lunch, on the floor lifeless after a heart attack.
He said, "Some Sundays ago we heard a sermon about heaven. After hearing the sermon about heaven she whispered to me, I will meet you by The Eastern Gate."
The Eastern Gate. Many of us believe there is one in heaven like the one in Jerusalem.
Last Valentine's Day this story of the professor kept coming back to me. Haunting me.
I thought of what I would want my husband to know ... and how I would want to
wait for him by the Eastern Gate. Below is the poem I will leave in my Bible ... for him
to find.
When
my eyelids close
And seize to flutter,
Like the wings
Of sleeping butterflies,
And my life then rests,
From all given tests,
I will meet you love,
Like a yearning dove,
By The Eastern Gate,
Never to be late...
When
my heart reposes,
And
I see thorn less roses,
In
that other sphere
Void
of earthly fear,
I will meet you love,
Like
a yearning dove,
By
The Eastern Gate,
Never
to be late...
And
when your final kiss,
Comes
upon my lips,
And
thoughts of past hellos,
Come
to bring you woes,
Hold this song in mind,
Echoes of a world,
Of
another kind...
I
will meet you love,
Like a yearning dove,
By
The Eastern Gate,
Never
to be late.
Never to be late....
