18 December 2009


I had never heard this poem before I saw the movie Invictus last night, but it really spoke to me, so I thought that I would put it here. The movie was great. Oh how I love rugby! Sports can really bring people together and change the world.

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.

May we all remember these words when things get hard and we want to give up.

1 comment:

  1. Laura, This is a response to Invictus that I think also has a valid point. Dad

    Art thou in truth? Then what of him
    Who bought thee with his blood?
    Who plunged into devouring seas
    And snatched thee from the flood?

    Who bore for all our fallen race
    What none but him could bear,
    The God who died that man might live,
    And endless glory share?

    Of what avail thy vaunted strength,
    Apart from his vast might?
    Pray that his Light may pierce the gloom,
    That thou mayest see aright.

    Men are as bubbles on the wave,
    As leaves upon the tree.
    Thou, captain of thy soul, forsooth!
    Who gave that place to thee?

    Free will is thine -- free agency,
    To wield for right or wrong;
    But thou must answer unto him
    To whom all souls belong.

    Bend to the dust that head unbowed,
    Small part of Life's great whole!
    And see in him, and him alone,
    The Captain of thy soul.

    ~Orson F. Whitney
    (Improvement Era, April 1926, 611)