I am EDEN to An Eve (POEM)

I was once a trail of trees that graced God’s Garden.

I was a womb to carry his first creation.

I was The Forbidden Tree.

I was woman’s first friend.

I was there when all that could be done was to be cast away.

I was there when The Son came forth as a lamb for a sacrifice.

I was there, Eve in all your forms.

When you were black and inferiority was your second skin.

When you were Arabic and to hold a book was a grave sin.

When you were Chinese, and the shape of your eyes is all people could see

I was there when you were white, and yet that was never enough.

I walked with you, when to carry a savior came as a blasphemy to those you called family.

I was the third being when Elizabeth understood the assignment.

I saw your continuous hustle to reach out to a God that could only see your sins.

I was more than A Garden; I was I am.

I was the history that reminded you how short you fall.

And the present that came in ten ways.

And a future that never needed your works for redemption to come your way.

Eve, I was never who you had and lost.

I was who you were and who you were always meant to be.

A Garden of Grace.

For pain to never be what accompanies the birth of your off springs.

To comprehend that The Omnipresent never turned from you but came for you.

To live with the knowledge that you are no longer at the mercy of fate.

That life will be taking the color of a woman whose aware of Her God.

That Hell’s gates are but an entrance to a world that fears what you have.

Woman, it was never I and you. It is Us for The Kingdom.

Don’t live in the ignorance that you took from me; you took from yourself.

For The Creator had blessed you not to have but to BE.

The Potter created you as clay to carry his entity.

To be an extension of himself.

I see you, Eve.

Your journey to return home, but know that it’s not place to come back to;

But a realm that dwells in you now.

I was the womb that nurtured you.

And now I am wisdom that whispers in your ear.

The trinity called you Mother once.

So, humanity could finally see beyond the veil.

My letter to You Eve,

Is to come forth with the good news, that from your own lips the world found out

of the resurrection of The Son.

Through out history, Tales of your conquer and defeat resonates

Paving the way for The Five of YOU to be written in that Ancient Holy Book,

As Ancestors to A Great Descendant

Those whom were called A Deceiver,

An Adulteress

A Gentile

A Traitor

A virgin

And God simply called you a HELPER.

By UBB

For all women out there.