Justin Bordner Poet Epic

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.

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Laura Breidenthal December 31, 2015 at 3:46 AM I am loving the description of the seductive fog...and the growling of the uproarious ocean. This sections bring tears of joy to my eyes...Always, Laura Justin Bordner January 6, 2016 at 1:18 AM Oh yes Laura, there is a terrific sensuality in the mood and nature of the ocean, it pentrates the senses intensely, I'm so glad you felt it. This is where passion meets achievement, and their unity truly solidified upon this encounter, its divine. Describing their unity, faith, elation, and pride poetically was so powerful to me...I share your tears and joy Poetess...J.A.B.