08/03/08 - 6:32pm.....
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INVICTUS
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 ErnestHenley.~ 1849–1903
1 comment:
I was spending the day outside with Brynn a few days ago, and my mind wandered to you. I figured you were probably spending the day out climbing in the beautiful places you photograph. Now I know what you were up to. I admire your writing and your adamant will to beat this little injury and continue living the dream. :)
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