Monday, January 07, 2008

Prose from the Dead

Here’s a little number I stumbled across this morning (thank you Chuck Swindoll). This poem was written in 1875 by William Earnest Henley, and is entitled Invictus. Henley was crippled, and this poem was written from a hospital bed:

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.

Odd poem for me to blog, huh? But it speaks to me because I know that feeling. I remember thinking that I was the captain of not only my soul, but the entire universe.

Here’s one that was written by a Dorethea Day, called Conquered that speaks to how I feel today:

Out of the light that dazzles me,
Bright as the sun from pole to pole,
I thank the God I know to be,
For Christ - the Conqueror of my soul.

Since His the sway of circumstance,
I would not wince nor cry aloud.
Under the rule which men call chance,
My head, with joy, is humbly bowed.

Beyond this place of sin and tears,
That Life with Him and His the Aid,
That, spite the menace of the years,
Keeps, and will keep me unafraid.

I have no fear though straight the gate:
He cleared from punishment the scroll.
Christ is the Master of my fate!
Christ is the Captain of my soul!

2 comments:

~Seth & Nancy~ said...

i read your post last night and was thinking about it on the way in. it was around this time 6 years ago that God stuck you in that office with seth. i guess that's when He really started working on you. praise the Lord He's changed your heart and you feel more in line with that second poem (the first ones very depressing!) miss you erin!

MOM said...

The first poem reminds me of your teenage writings.