For My Sisters

By Lark Neville

Too many are the voices we hear,
in our heart, from the lips of others,
that denigrate,
that scorn,
that tell us
we are something other than grace.

Too frequent come the blows,
the fists that would oppress your power.
Acts of love turn into dominance, violence.
Beaten, scarred,
the pain can seem so great
and your worth so little.

My sister, my friend,
my voice will always resound.
I’ll sing of your beauty, your light,
the gift of your soul upon the world.
I’ll echo the chorus of angels…
seeing the truth,
the heart and soul of you.

Darkness shall not take you.
The light of Spirit burns within.
My song,
my words,
my arms,
will enfold you
till you know your essence once more.

When you thirst for comfort,
drink deep from this well of love.

Powerful.
Lovely.
Passionate.
Joyful.
Wise.
Creative.
My sister, you are a goddess.

I’ll ever celebrate you,
cherish you,
love you,
support you,
and honor all you are.

One day love will reign — not fear.
One day creativity will be valued over destruction.
One day mankind and womankind will end this war.
Until then I’ll raise you up.
Until then I’ll remind you.