The Invitation


this is the invitation.

it didn’t come in the package
we imagined,

it isn’t tied up
with a pretty bow
or jazzy pantsuit…

the masks are off,
our eyes are open,

we see
what is before us.

after the disbelief,
the gasps
and guttural howls,

there is nothing left to do
except open to the invitation;

to dig down,
beneath the din of distraction,

to stand together, 
with roots that go
deeper than fear;

into the very matrix,
the mighty heart of love,

hip to hip
heart to heart,

yes, we were
made for these times,

and we are held by something
so much greater than this single moment

sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes
model: emily