to my unborn daugther

to my unborn daughter Jerusalem, and to her unborn sister Bethlehem or in spanish belen.
your mother, the living, seeks to know you, who you will be, crazy and peaceful like her or will you possess the inward wisdom of your father jerusalem you will be beautiful
i met you this week, and you were loud
you filled the room with your spirit
i couldn't believe it, but when i met you i knew, it was you my unborn daughter
jerusalem you were the amethyst rock on your mamas little desk with a reading lamp next to her bed
jerusalem you are the city on the hill, you cannot be hid
jerusalem you are the hub, the passage, through which everyone comes, they rest, you envelope them
jerusalem you are free
jerusalem you are a holy city
jerusalem God dwells among you
jerusalem you will have a baby boy, and he will be killed
jerusalem you will never be destroyed, though you're buildings fall, and they will fall, and we will mourn, but always, always you will resurrect. bethlehem, in spanish belen,
you will one day look at your sister, her blood will strengthen you, you will not be jealous. you will know your place. you will hold your own, and will always thrive because of jerusalem
to my unborn daugther jerusalem, be the champion of the people
like your mama you just won't see it or know it at first.