* Note to My Readers: Due to the busyness of the next month and a half, I'm making a few minor changes to my schedule of posting. All posts will continue to be made daily and will consist of material that has not appeared before on this blog. However, because my time will be taken up by my final thesis defense for my Master of Church History degree and by a trip to the Holy Land, several of my ongoing series will be on hold until May.

- On Wednesdays, I'll be posting some of my original poems from my college years, and then in May my "Evangeliad" poems will resume.

- On Thursdays, my series on "How to Be Miserable in Your Christian Life" will wrap up by the end of March. That will conclude that series for now; however, if you enjoyed it, please let me know, because I may add more to it at some later point.

- And on Fridays, my "Glimpses of Grace" series will be on hiatus until May. In the meantime, it will be replaced with a serialized, unpublished novella that I wrote back in 2005, "Worth It All." Beginning in the first week of May, "Glimpses of Grace" will return, this time in the Thursday slot, and a newly-composed adventure novel will be posted on Fridays.

Wednesday, July 08, 2015

"Invictus" - A Faithwards Transposition of an Old Poem

Here's a bit of verse I wrote back in my college days. It takes the famous poem by William Ernest Henley and transposes it into a key of biblical faith. First you have the original form, "Invictus," and then my attempt at a poetical transposition, "Confiteor."


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 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


Out of the night that covered me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole;

I thank the God who rescued me,

For He restored my shattered soul.

In the fell clutch of sinful pride

Oh, I have winced and cried aloud.

Crushed by these blows I can’t survive;

My head is bloody; and I bow.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Breaks the dawn of Glorious Day.

In promise of those rolling years

I shall press on now, unafraid.

He leads me through the Narrow Gate

And His righteousness marks my scroll,

He is the Master of my fate:

He is the Captain of my soul.

-          Matthew Burden

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