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.
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.
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.
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.
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
(Invictus by William Ernest Henley)
* * *
Not since Bob Marley left this earthly plane
have I touched this hidden part of my self
how can hearing his voice now make me cry
when it is the one sure thing guaranteed
to light a cozy fire deep within my soul?
the voice of the poor, innocent and downtrodden,
you are a trumpet of hope, an example of free spirit,
a source of strength and conscious enlightenment
so i wipe away these tears and lay my burdens down
as i lift you and your family up in prayer unto the Most High.
love you Buju. the unconquerable one. Selassie I know.
*have a conscious friday and a divine weekend. one love.
10 comments:
One love.
Oh to be captain of one's soul. Thanks for a lovely and inspirational post SeLah.
That's the one poem I know by heart.
A peaceful weekend of healing to you.
Such a beautiful and powerful poem Se'Lah.
So lovely,
xoxoxo jj
Peace, blessings and love, my friend... ((BIG HUGS))
Beautiful and powerful is right.I always feel peaceful when I leave your space here.
I thought of you today as I posted the picture my daughter took.
Invictus has had special meaning for me at many times in my life. It's nice to be reminded of it now.
I came across this poem while going through Mom's stuff:
Barter by Sara Teasdale
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirits still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many an hour of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.
Beautiful poem. Beautiful You! love.
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