What the World Needs Now Are Invisible Friends

Anne-Marie Keppel
2 min readJan 11, 2022

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Helpers Known and Unknown, Seen and Unseen Please Hear This Call

“Imaginary Friends” by Amaia age 6

Calling all ancestors, angels, alebrijes, and gentle dragons.

SOS to awkward aunties, misfit toys,

crones that were called “witch,”

healers whose gifts were not understood while they were living.

Alert to every day teachers,

librarians, midwives and babysitters,

those who were generous and patient

through hells and high water

though we may have forgotten them.

Zombies, step down.

Evil doers, slumber deep.

This is a call, a prayer,

an incantation for Love.

A call to the invisible True Friends.

Come please now.

Come from wherever you are;

through weft and weave,

from heavens, forest and seas.

Slip from the pages of forgotten books,

step from the smoke between worlds,

from mists over snow,

manifest from our tears.

We need you now

in our backpacks, pockets and purses.

We need you to hold our hand,

to spoon with us while we sleep.

When we are frightened,

please walk with us down the path,

stroke the top of our head when we do not know the answer,

whisper to us, “it’s okay.”

Will you tell us please,

how you survived the war?

How food was not always plentiful?

How narrowly you escaped the plague

but how many loved ones did not?

How you grieved deeply

with people and animals and the earth itself

through times of abuse, enslavement

loneliness and greed?

Remind us please

of good climbing trees,

slow storytelling,

and that sitting calmly with sadness makes us more gentle creatures.

Share with us the ways we are beautiful without a filter,

and the secrets of finding messages of love

in the stars and wind,

between cracks in the walls,

through heat from a flame,

anywhere other than our screens.

Remind us that we are never alone —

even when we cannot see any friends around us.

Ordinary helpers,

magical winged ones,

slow, kind and gentle spirits,

we need you now.

Not just from four or seven or 1000 directions

but from the infinity beyond space and time.

We need, simple okayness

tucked with us into bed at night

so we can dream

of the goodness

that is to come.

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Anne-Marie Keppel
Anne-Marie Keppel

Written by Anne-Marie Keppel

Author, life-long meditator, intentional healer, weaver of joyful living & mama of three

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