William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
“Invictus” by W.E. Henley. Public Domain.
***Bamboo-water left this on my desk early this morning; my thanks to him – and my thanks to the many who never gave up believing we all can make a difference, including those many who are still in prison because they believed – and still believe – we can make a difference. I pray their sacrifice will encourage us to complete the job that brought so many of us here: to gain true freedom for them and all of us here on this beautiful planet of ours. ~J
I find what Alex says (below) cuts deep for me. “[The] Christ energy is being dumped into this planet right now. . .” We may have a sense of having been brought to safety, but I feel like now we are in even more perilous times than before. We are not even near being ‘home safe’ or free. Many of those we love and care for are still falsely imprisoned as political prisoners. Among many other tasks before us, we must work to set them free and to forever correct our system of government. — so this never, ever happens again.