Tears!

There have been a lot of tears shed here in the past two days as grandpa is remembered and talked about.  A line about tears stuck in my head and I couldnt get it out of my mind, it turns out it was William Ernest Henley from Invictus a poem I adore but had not visited from a long time.  The spiders webs heavy with dew on the gorse shimmered beautifully in the late autumn sun and looked like tears glistening falling gentle like summer rain.

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.