Into the Light of the Dark Black Night

©2010 drkate

The clouds gathered on the horizon are black and ominous.  There is no other way for the Patriots to go  but straight into that black night…and bring forth the light.

…Blackbird singing in the dead of night

take these broken wings and learn to fly, all your life

you were only waiting for this moment to arise…

…Blackbird singing in the dead of night

take these sunken eyes and learn to see, all your life

you were only waiting for this moment to be free…

Patriots, our time is fast approaching.  Get ready to fly.

Their Souls are With the Brave

It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.–Theodore Roosevelt, April 23, 1910