My mother likes to say that all good things come in three’s.
I’ve posted Rudyard Kipling’s If and Max Ehrmann’s Desiderata – and I think William Ernest Henley’s Invictus is a great third piece in this collection.
By the way… these are for you, Bill
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.
William Ernest Henley
thanks Randy — I just read another post that said that your friends give you hope and courage to succeed. I believe it to be true.
Happy New Year!
that they do…
Those pictures of the moon are beautiful! Thank you for sharing them and that amazing poem.