• Lola

Invictus


By: William Ernest Henley


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.


This is one of my FAVORITE poems. I want you to read it. And then read it again! Digest it. Realize deeply what it means....generally, and specifically, to you. If you read this and it doesn’t send a few chills through your body, right before it sets your soul on fire, then you haven’t gone deep enough. Read it again. I pray this poem touches and propels you forward as it has done for me.


From my heart to yours: Find whatever propels you forward in life, and dwell on it. We don’t have much time, if any at all, to waste moving backwards.


Lovingly,

Lola


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