mullings

I've been mulling over a lot of things lately and it has taken me back to a poem I heard once...probably during a Church meeting or General Conference or something like that. But it has been profound enough recently that I am going to share it.

Out of the night that covers me

Black as the pit from pole to pole

I think, whatever gods may be,

for my unconquerable soul

If 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 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 Ernest Henley