Victa

Into the day that reveals me,

   White as the lamp from every side
I blame the Powers that I imagine
   For the defeat that claims my very being. 

In the caring  arms of the whole plan 

      I have winced and cried aloud. 

Amid the triumphs of destiny 

      My head is dizzy and bowed. 

Beyond this place of wrath and tears 

      Looms a life I cannot control, 

And my attempts through the years 

      Find me inadequate and full of doubt.

It greatly matters how wide the opening, 

      How detailed the responsibilities the path, 

I need not change my circumstance, 

      A Higher Power controls my will, my life.