A DISTANT LIGHT

Out of the depths, into the night
That miry clay of thinking
I thank my God for allowing me
To see His unconquerable heart
Striving for me.
In the clutches of situations
Where many hands seek my ropes
That they might pull me back,
Down or hold me still,
Beaten and left outside safe walls
I stand aloft as a man alone
To face the years.
Safety lies not in physical strength
But in the heart of His greatness and mind.
Lifting me high, parades my soul
That all might glimpse the shadow
Of a man whose lips utter only the prayer,
Lord, be Master of my fate.
Be the captain of my soul.


This is my interpretation of INVICTUS by British poet William E. Henley.