The father and the Son

The boy saw it first, 

    not clearly, but dimly,

      looking daily, 

        knowing it to be true,

impossible for it not to be.

While many had gone, 

     only one counted, 

       a father now there, 

         gone far too soon,

still gone, not to return.

A life time of looking, 

    the boy changed, 

      became a man,

        an old, old man, 

stronger hope than before.

Sooner, not later, 

    the young boy

     and the old man, 

       will walk behind, 

the father and the Son.