Letter To A Friend On Vacation Poem by Bullion Grey

Letter To A Friend On Vacation



How was your flight? I hope it was as fantastic as
what I imagined it was.
I was flying with you - you know?

As you waited for the plane, boarded, searched for your seat,
got settled...waited for departure, lifted off in the wings
of hundreds of tons of steel, flying toward an uncertain future
(as we all do) , soared among the angels of the sky (clouds)
and saw that the earth was very different just a few feet away.

Yes, I was there while you stumbled to get to the bathroom,
(I waited outside) , then made your way back to your seat.
I saw you looking out that small wind scratched window
watching the clouds below and vast open sea of blue and green, brown, and crusty froth of the sea acting like it didn't even
know you were above, or cared that you were. But it did.

Just as the whole earth is breathing, it humms and now and then says 'What is my daughter of the earth, Rochelle, doing today? '
I was there when that humid air of the island hit your face as you walked out to the open greeting area. I saw that anxious look you had, that apprehensive stare. Tired of a journey that wears like an old hat,
you made your way to your new abode for the month ahead.

I left you there so I could get back and write you this email.
To tell you everything is fine, always will be.
You have passed through that unseen veil of division,
that unknown reason of suffering.

Yes my dear Rochelle, it is your time and this trip was God's way of showing you. Congratulations!
You have now embarked on your new and exciting journey
toward God, as you know God.
Good Heavens to you!
Love you!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anna Westin 12 September 2009

see this is why someone asked me to read your works. Very thoughtful and reminds me of Astral Projection or something. Thank you for sharing.

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Ted M 03 July 2009

Its a beautiful piece, full of devotion. As a reader you just get engrossed in it.

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