Not a question and not a demand
But an invitation that cannot be refused
A gentle hand waiting to be taken
That leads into a once-feared place of dark
No resistance within
And a willingness to give up and follow
With a trust beyond words
Beyond knowing and emotion
It is an unconditional trust
With a promise of love and comfort
Of passion and healing
Within a now-adored place of light
Deep down and within
She is a goddess, who has been waiting
Yet she also stands directly in front
Expecting her hand to be taken right now
And once more she whispers,
“Come with me”
This is my journey
— Nate Long “Owl”
18″ x 24″
Ink on Paper