Tuesday, March 18, 2014



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


Monday, March 17, 2014

Lord of the Dance

You have not danced so badly, my dear
Trying to hold hands with the Beautiful One

You have waltzed with great style,
My sweet, crushed angel,
To have even neared God's heart at all

Our Partner is notoriously difficult to follow
And even His best musicians are not always easy to hear

So what,
If the music has stopped for awhile

So what,
If the price of admission to the Divine is out of reach tonight

So what, my dear
If you do not have the ante to gamble for Real Love

The mind and body are notorious for holding the heart ransom, but Hafiz
knows the Beloveds eternal habits

Have patience,
For He will not be able to resist your longing for long

You have not danced so badly, my dear
Trying to kiss the Beautiful One

You have actually waltzed with tremendous style,
O my sweet,
O my sweet, crushed angel*



*(for the remarkable map--to lead you from the lie)