Beyond This Place of Wrath and Tears

 

Oscar,
A few days ago my wife and I took our 7 year old son to school chapel. We live in the highlands of Kenya, apparently not far from where your mother’s family came from. During the ceremony the poem ‘Invictus’ was read out, I’m sure you’re well versed with this particular poem. My wife leant across with tears in her eyes and whispered “Oscar” to me.
This poem is larger than life, as you are Oscar.

You can do this.

Never forget that you are the master of your soul.

Just keep going.

Kindest, Andrew

INVICTUS – Unconquerable soul

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.

Hope: Mira

‘Hope Is The Thing With Feathers’

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops—at all

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm

I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest Sea
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

      ~ by Emily Dickinson


We Always Will Believe!

Oscar, another date marked off the sentence, another day of pain,
even though I’m not with you, I always feel your strain,
time is slowly passing, no truth to be believed,
another date off the time, we always will believe!

Happy new year from me and my family who follow you every day 💖

Paula BoydBraid
Edinburgh UK x

Happy 30th Birthday: sarahsangel78

Happy birthday!

So many people will say it, will they mean it whom knows for sure.  All I know is there are many whom care with hearts that are honest and pure.
The troubled times you are going through they are harsh, outrageous, unkind.
What’s done is done, what will be will be, stay strong in heart and mind.

In your mind to make you relax imagine a place you would want to be,  imagine the smell the sights and sounds and let your spirit fly free.
Imagine u r running in your own race, no one behind you, or beside you giving chase.

I think I can almost see you on a beach running by the sea, sitting on a pier watching the sun go down on your face I could see a smile and there would be no frown.
I know at the moment people offer kind words, and some are from people you have never known. Some people are even in different countries, the support for you has grown and grown.
When yr on your own this birthday , when you’ve  hopefully seen some of your family.  Please know there are some people in the UK whom care and one of them is me.

Welcome to the over 30 club. Xxx
Love sarahsangel78. X

The Panther – Life in Captivity

Dear Oscar,
I could tell something about wild animals, exotic species in circuses and zoos, – creatures who have been hounded, trapped, caught, exposed and humiliated just for the selfish purpose of men’s amusement.
Instead I like to share a poem that often comes into my mind when I am thinking about you. Rainer Maria Rilke, a Bohemian-Austrian poet who lived at the turn of the last century, put these thoughts down in writing.

pic © wikipedia (L’Illustration, 1902)

pic © wikipedia (L’Illustration, 1902)

Der Panther
Im ‚Jardin des Plantes‘, Paris (1902/03)
Sein Blick ist vom Vorübergehn der Stäbe
so müd geworden, daß er nichts mehr hält.
Ihm ist, als ob es tausend Stäbe gäbe
und hinter tausend Stäben keine Welt.

Der weiche Gang geschmeidig starker Schritte,
der sich im allerkleinsten Kreise dreht,
ist wie ein Tanz von Kraft um eine Mitte,
in der betäubt ein großer Wille steht.

Nur manchmal schiebt der Vorhang der Pupille
sich lautlos auf –. Dann geht ein Bild hinein,
geht durch der Glieder angespannte Stille –
und hört im Herzen auf zu sein.

The Panther
In the ‚Jardin des plantes’, Paris
His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to him there are
a thousand bars, and behind the bars, no world.

As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.

Only at times, the curtain of the pupils
lifts, quietly—. An image enters in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
– plunges into the heart, and is gone.

(Stephen Mitchell)

I imagine that even life under house arrest is not always easy.

Still in your support,
Deborah (Germany)