This poem is all of the things I want my sisters to know as daughters of Christ. Take it as a letter from me, your sister, to you, my sister. But keep in mind: as a sister, as a daughter, this is just as much for me as it is for you. —
Dear sister,
please never forget
that the first person to
hold you was your Father.
I know the doctor’s cold
hands were the first
to press into your malleable skin,
the first to press their milky way
fingerprints into your back,
urging you to take a breath into
the fit of life,
but there was a man before
the day that you were welcomed by
fluorescent lights, mother’s cry and
sheets of white. There
was a day before your cry
sounded it’s first Hallelujah.
Sister, there was a time, and
I know you won’t be able to remember
it, that you were spoken to
life, before your feet ever hit
the Earth’s hard surface.
Before your heart had a beat,
before the dust dirtied and bruised
your just-washed feet, there
was a time when you were
alive.
A time ago, the maker and keeper of time,
your Father, made your forest eyes
and mahogany hair with the
same breath He spoke the stars
into existence.
When you did not exist in
Hallelujah cries, you existed
in the dust that was left in the palm
of God after His hand smoothed
the skin of the Earth.
In Adam and Eve, you were there,
but sister, you won’t remember. I
promise you were there:
When He promised Abraham
an inheritance as numerous as the stars,
you were among the cluster. When God
warned Noah of the flood, you were there
in the loving kiss of the violent waves.
When Jesus cried “It is finished,” you
were there alongside Mary at the feet of
Jesus weeping.
You simply do not remember it.
Listen, my dear sister. I ask you to
believe me – you were there. As God
blessed Abraham, He was blessing you.
At the moment God saved Noah from
the storm, He was saving you from His
righteous wrath.
As Jesus bled grace that turned
Mary’s bloodied garments to the purest
of whites, you were there.
Sister, the creator held you
before you were held by His creation.
You were given His blessing
before you could bless. You were in His
grace before you ever needed it.
Do not disregard that your beginning
started with an end to
the era of darkness and a beginning
of the eternal continuance of light.
You are, you were, you will be,
His light.
Though there will be days
when the world is dark and your
eyes are closed shut like
they were in the vacuum of your
mother’s womb, remind yourself,
on the day He created light
He knew you would
cast a shadow of existence
in it’s gleam.
My dearest sister, He
will eliminate the darkness and illuminate
His blessing, mercy, and grace in you.
Remember it: you hit the light
before the doctor hit your back.
You were held.
xx, Hannah