Permission Granted
Recently I was involved in a rite-of-passage commemoration for my dear friend, Rebekah. Prior to the ceremony, she asked me to sing several songs at the service. I was honored to do so, as well as be in the presence of so many of her loving, caring, supportive friends.
During the festivities my friend was honored by poems, prayers, and blessings, brought by the invitees as gifts to be shared and read aloud.
Rebekah’s longtime friend, Joan, read a poem that is loved by many –The Invitation, by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.
This poem is a favorite of mine, but I had not heard it for many years. It was a powerful thing to hear in the midst of this celebration. One of the lines pierced me through like an arrow: