Invictus

Writing my own poetry opens my appreciation for the work of others. There are amazing thoughts, insight, interpretation, advice, guideance, and so much more, captured in the moment of the poem. Let me share with you today the wise words of William Henley in his poem, Invictus.

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 & 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

Your friend in health,
Adam aka Guru

 

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