A friend of mine knew I had reached an all time low in my life in recent weeks and directed me to this piece written by William Ernest Henley entitled "Invictus".
It's poignant words are here below:
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.
It's a poem I refer to every now and then, trying to glean something new, something fresh, something that I will take and learn from in the coming days, weeks, months, and yes even years.
Come along on this journey--reading, sharing your thoughts, and receiving what God would have you get.
Proverbs 4:7
"Wisdom is the principal thing; Therefore get wisdom.
And in all your getting, get understanding."
And in all your getting, get understanding."
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