Some people have a gift for putting words together in amazing ways–they are called Poets, of course. I’m going to see the new film about South Africa and was curious to find the title poem for the film. Upon reading it, I was thinking about all the courageous birthing women I have known and all the midwives who persist against all odds to make things better for families.
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.
By William Ernest Henley
I think that what William Ernest Henley says so well is that being a self made (wo)man is a matter of declaration and grace. No matter what happens, we can rise to meet the challenge and get to the other side. I am the mistress of my fate: the champion of my soul.