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.
Yes we are bloodied but unbowed, after four years of terror, intimidation, racism, murders and lawlessness and even a pandemic. While our darkest days are upon us as we fight to survive COVID-19, the election has given us a signal that our strength will outlast all these insults and threats. We can feel victory is near. We will survive stronger, better.
I mixed over three hours of soothing jazz for our contemplation, so that we can relax, clear our heads, prepare for the upcoming holidays and the bright new year ahead.
November 27, 2020
