Start of the voyage begins with a christened ship. For a cruise,amuse,or ruse. To follow the journey of the eagles wings or search for the golden goose. Find hidden treasure or find none. Moonless nights unable to know where home is. Ship on rough waters caused by the whirlwind lost in fear and confusion. The creation of detailed plans the journey begins. Sailing within a charted course with powerful winds in every sail. Land is sighted and home awaits. Staggering to the iron gates. Beyond this point is our home at last. Others will travel down the road to a quiet inn for the weary traveler. Gathering their thoughts searching for a solution to their present hardships. Before beginning their journey home. Addictions will divide us. Some survive the storm. Others will reside with the dead. As captains of our own ship plan the course we choose to sail. Calm waters or a stormy sea. The bright full moon and fog drape over the tombstones. Casting a shadowy haze over the names of the remembered and forgotten. The one’s who received their last rites and the one’s who were denied. Who strived for a holy life and who for ruins. Either way there is always a prayer waiting for them at graveside. This sailing voyage is christened with our first drink.
see ya’next time
