In honor of Nelson Mandela, who will most likely transition from this life in the near future, I watched part of the movie Invictus which is a little about rugby and a whole lot about a nation coming together without racial divides. As our nation appears to be more divided than ever along racial, economic, social, political and lines of faith, I thought this poem, Invictus is applicable.
We each pass through storms and we have the option of standing and fighting or laying down in surrender.
I would rather choose to stand and be bloodied than to lay down and die without a scratch on me.
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