Called

I hear the tribal drums in the distance, bidding us come.

And come we do, 

through the forests, 

from the plains 

and across the deserts

Answering the call.

Gathering together, 

for the first time, 

again.  

Gathering together.

Mystery surrounds our coming.  

And energy.  

And creative fire.

We come, 

bringing our dreams, 

our lives, 

our selves.

Bringing everything as an offering to gods we do not see.

We join together 

not as strangers 

but as sisters, 

as clan, 

even before we meet for the first time.

We join our spirits 

and our songs.

And we will leave

fed,

filled,

refined.

And love will hold us as we go.

Until we are called again by the music of the drums.