When we were young

John’s mother bought him a raft

Tor 800 dollars and he and his friend

Formed a rafting company called Styx River.

The river between life and death.

( I guess they were warning their customers)

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In my morning mediation

As I allow for a “part “to come forward

I didn’t know who it was a first

But I trusted the guy…

His boat gently rocking on the River Styx

Holding his latern to brighten the dark

It turns out he’s an old friend…

His only task is to ferry me across

When it’s time.

I love this guy and he loves me.

It’s love that carries us over.