Soul Stance River - 31

This morning we are engulfed by a flirtatious fog that seduces the skin of our hopes, it's warm smother touches softly then suddenly skirts away parting for the penetration of our will whirling blithely as we taste the course that carries us into the bay of it's foaming bliss, a salty smoke that seems to be spilling inland from the burning edges of the world itself, the ocean is in a fury only a few miles outside the bay ramming it's very soul into the cliffs of paradise chanting in a single violent growl we can feel it's percussion in our chests, it is November 6th and on this day, as a family of survivors and as a gang of explorers we stride with pride to the summit's edge, standing still and firm, stout against the winds of disbelief and quiet in reverence for the might and miracle that this moment represents, we take hold of eachother's hands, facing the ocean's ancient emotions and I offer a prayer of gratitude and desire for continued guidance aloud, as I finish we raise our hands and shout We are God's eagles...We are the Almighty's eagles!... J.A.B.