While the night stretch black over me <br />and in the dark sky I see countless lights <br />burning high, <br />I thank the God that made me free <br />to choose which light to follow as a guide. <br /> <br />In dark circumstance and whatever fate brings, <br />destiny and chance do not conquer <br />and I still rise wiser <br />to life and its things <br /> <br />and my will remains free <br />to decide where my words <br />and actions belong <br />whether they are right or wrong <br />and to no human I bend a knee <br />and in all things I only answer to Him <br />who Captain’s me. <br /> <br />[References: Invictus by William Ernest Henley and The Soul’s Captain by Orson F. Whitney.]<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/invictus-a-reply-to-william-ernest-henley/
