Friday, December 15, 2017

Invictus

Spent all this week in the hospital - not a happy experience, but certainly an eye-opening one, where I re-learned the power of words (in a sense) - what happened did not happen, but had to be accepted as happening... Invictus is the only thing that comes to mind as I rest in an empty room.

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. 

And no worries, all is good - final Miami art fairs report coming soon!