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Songs from the Choir Invisible: Unstoppable

You find your faith has been lost and shaken
You take back what’s been taken
Get on your knees and dig down deep
You can do what you think is impossible
Keep on believing, don’t give in
It’ll come and make you whole again
It always will, it always does
Love is unstoppable

Sent out to G. & J.& The Captain of Geraldine

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  • Lance de Boyle January 18, 2019, 6:37 PM

    You speak for so many of us, Gerard. Maybe especially those of your age.

    Come, my friends,
    ‘T is not too late to seek a newer world.
    Push off, and sitting well in order smite
    The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
    To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
    Of all the western stars, until I die.
    It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
    It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
    And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
    Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
    We are not now that strength which in old days
    Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
    One equal temper of heroic hearts,
    Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
    To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
    https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45392/ulysses

  • Howard Nelson January 18, 2019, 9:30 PM

    If it’s necessary or if it’s fun it will get done.

    Goofs and proofs:
    Building the Tower of Babel.
    In government — Maintaining the Power of Babble. Witness EU turmoil and Washington DC turpitude and stupititude.
    On the other hand, our getting on and around the Moon. Necessary? Perhaps not, but certainly a lot of fun mooning the Earth-bound.

  • Denny January 19, 2019, 8:14 AM

    Crossing the Bar (1889)

    Sunset and evening star,
    And one clear call for me!
    And may there be no moaning of the bar,
    When I put out to sea,

    But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
    Too full for sound or foam,
    When that which drew from out the boundless deep
    Turns again home.

    Twilight and evening bell,
    And after that the dark!
    And may there be no sadness of farewell;
    When I embark;

    For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
    The flood may bear me far,
    I hope to see my pilot face to face
    When I have crossed the bar.

    Tennyson