Sunday, June 9, 2013


I'm utterly speechless (or thoughtless) right  now. Perhaps it is because I just talked my friends' ears off for several hours? Yeah, I have some good friends...

Because I am speechless I'm simply going to leave you all with a poem that one of my friends shared with me this week. It is ringing in my head as I ponder all the challenges we choose or are presented in our lives.

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 

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