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.

by William Ernest Henley

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I'm part of the invctus team and I submit your poem every year after year
These are the lines that drew me in when I first encountered this poem; bloodied but unbowed Master of my fate Captain of my soul bludgeonings of chance Such power in so short a poem. I was mesmerized by the message and still repeat this poem to myself in times of stress and worry. If it is possible to have a love affair with words on a page then I am smitten! There is an intriguing back story to this poem if anyone would wish to engage in some research.
This poem is the cheese. Love it so. Powerful
How true regarding our service men and women. Particularly those taking part in the INVICTUS GAME'S
Though it truly is an inspiring poem, it, however, rules the Almighty out of the picture.
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