A journey of a different kind

Thirty six (36) years ago, an adventure of a different kind.

On the thirteenth (13^th) day, of the third (3^rd) month

in the year, nineteen seventy three ( 1973)

I lost my friend Rae, to the flood waters of the Grand,

and as fate would have it – survived, did this man.

Thirty six years, to the day, upon a boulder did I stand,

 looked back into a time and wondered if I can ?,

with words on my lips to pray, take the hand

 of my lost friend, and the way, help him find

a way to reach, to touch that journey of a different kind,

where peace comes to his spirit, to his soul, to his mind,

no longer reaching, touching, stuck here, left behind

but climbing out, taking that journey of a different kind.

 

B. J. “A” 2

March13th 2009