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. |
Inquiring Me
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Invictus by William Ernest Henley
Thursday, May 19, 2011
To the Messenger
Thank you for opening my eyes, heart, mind, and spirit to this life. I am living in every moment, conscious, and open to this life.
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