Invictus ~ William Ernest Henley (1849-1903)

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.

William Ernest Henley Photo Credit: Wikipedia

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Joyfully Awake

The water skips and stutters down the cascade. Merrily roaring, rushing down.

It gambols and bubbles around stately, lichened boulders  mid-stream.

It spritely dances over glistening rocks, bathing  moss in droplets of fine mist.

It sings a joyful song only the forest truly understands.  Yet hearts are gladdened to listen.

Emerald Dreams

The Forest speaks to me in Waking Dreams.

Of Verdant, Peaceful Silence.

An Errant Breeze & Sparkling Water enhance the Emerald Calm,

Refreshing my Spirit.

Sanderson Brook gurgles and chuckles, meandering along the rocks gently at its lower levels. Things are slow and sleepy down here. The forest dreams quietly in its lush, green cocoon.

Sounds are muted. Brent and I speak softly so as not to disturb these peaceful moments at stream level. Hikers pass each other, merely nodding and smiling. There is only the sound of wind, water, and birds.

At the upper reaches of the brook just below the falls the water is vibrant, bubbly and very much awake. At this end, it slumbers, sliding along its course in the dappled sunshine.

Shout Out

I’m new to this blogging thing. My friends and family are being very encouraging as I keep my commitment to write and publish something each day. they’re even pitching in to help. My friend Tammy who lives in New York State these days has been awesomely supportive to me. She always leaves some love on the Facebook link to my blog and has something nice to say. She also saw I was looking for a photo for a poetry piece I did. She sent me a super one tonight. And although I found one to publish last night I’m attaching hers here. Thanks Tammy! Love and Hugs!
Photo by Tammy Z. Taken over the corral just after moonrise 2/7/12

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Update: Here’s a poem written by my Guest Poet Oscar, to go along with this great photo:

Eye of the moon,
Peaking through the curtain
In the window of our sky.
How does the light
Illuminate the night?
Do you see the jewels
Of the city,
Which does not accept
Your reflection,
Even when full?
Do you see
The shadows cast
In the country,
Where darkness
Is not feared?
Eye of the moon,
Wink with an eclipse
That we may see
Our shadow.

Poem by:

Oscar

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