Will by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

                                                       

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate,

Can circumvent or hinder or control

The firm resolve of a determined soul.

Gifts count for nothing; will alone is great;

All things give way before it, soon or late.

What obstacle can stay the mighty force

Of the sea-seeking river in its course,

Or cause the ascending orb of day to wait?

Each well-born soul must win what it deserves. 

 Let the fool prate of luck. The fortunate

Is he whose earnest purpose never swerves,

Whose slightest action or inaction serve.

The one great aim.

Why, even Death stands still,

And waits an hour sometimes for such a will.

Ever heard the cliche, "If there's a will, there's a way?" I'm sure we all did at one point in our lives. The truism of this maxim rings loud and clear in this poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. It's not just any ordinary will but it's the kind of will that does not bow to circumstance, problems, or any hindrances. It's a will that even makes the inevitable stand still. 

Can you imagine what we can do if we have such a will?