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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 Ernest Henley Thinking of (and praying for) Nelson Mandela, today |
13.6.13
DAY 365+84
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5 comments:
I love this verse and your photo goes so well with it.
You always seem to know just what I need to hear.
xoxo
The photo and the words go so perfectly well together :-)
This is so beautiful together Zena. Thanks for visiting my blog.
lovely greet
Marja
beautiful photography and love the perspective on this shot
Great photo Zena, first I thought that you are standing on an enormous shell. And great poem too. I hope you are well. Much love to you XX
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