One early, lovely morning,
Alone I ventured out,
I had the world to myself,
Not another soul about.

Drinking deeply of the morning air,
I headed for the park,
My steps were light and fancy free,
Like a child on a lark.

Around a curve and up a knoll,
I found a rustic seat,
I thought I'd sit a moment,
And still my dancing feet.

An old, old man approached me,
Out of nowhere, he appeared,
He mopped his wrinkled brow and said,
"Mornin' - mind if I sit here?"

I smiled and said, "Of course not,
You're welcome to sit down."
He sat and, in a pensive way,
Began to look around.

"Do you come here very often?"
I asked, to break the ice,
"I come here every day," he said,
"This place is very nice."

"This is where I met my wife,
So many years ago,
This bench has our initials.
See here - I told you so."

He pointed to some knife-like scrawls,
And touched them with his finger,
He did not pull his hand away,
Like a soft caress, it lingered.

"We were married fifty years,"
He proudly volunteered,
"God took her home to be with Him,
He took her just last year."

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir," I said,
And patted his frail shoulder,
"No," he answered, "It's okay,
It's like I always told her.

"If you go home before I do,
Ask God to save my place,
Ask Him to look out after you,
'Til I meet Him face to face.

"Then I can look Him in the eye,
And shake his godly hand,
I'll thank Him for attending you,
And speak-up, man to man.
Mine Mind:(-.-) (the old man to his wife and to Him when in his time to meet God!)

"But first she'll hold my party,"
He winked a teasing eye,
"The biggest welcome party,
Ever held up in that sky.

"I suspect there will be trumpets,
(You know how women are,)
A real celestial shindig,
Complete with shining stars.

"It will be a grand home-coming,
chenny knows just how to do,
She's good at planning parties,
Bet she'll get a choir, too."

He closed his eyes and nodded,
Lost in pleasant reverie,
A hint of smile on his lips,
From fancied imagery.

With that, he got up from the bench,
To shuffle down the walk,
But first he turned and said to me,
"I enjoyed our little talk."

Then that tiny, aging man,
Moved slowly down the way,
As he disappeared from view,
A voice seemed to say.

Oh, what a party there will be.
When this precious soul comes home,
His wife will hug him to her heart,
And God will bring him to His throne!

Next there'll be a gala banquet,
No one will want to miss,
God will be the Gracious Host,
And sweet chenny will assist!

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