Poezja

Even when the darkest darkness covers me
when no compass can find its magnetic pole,
when there is nothing at all that I can see
You still beacon me to draw my very soul.

In the striking of destiny and chance,
Your power is still here, is still about,
in the worst of any circumstance
You still care when I am really worn out.

Through the aging of many passing years
with You at my side, I am unafraid,
as in all happiness and all my tears
You are constantly coming to my aid.

Wherever my life goes, whatever is my destiny,
Your consistent love keeps making me whole
and leaves all my choices totally free
while You steer my life, are captaining my soul.

[Reference: “Invictus” or “Out of the night that covers me” by William Ernest Henley. Read my other poem titled “Invictus” and “The Soul’s Captain” by Orson F. Whitney for more replies to this poem by William Ernest Henley.]