Conversation

It is a gift, a rare and precious blessing,
To craft a sacred space in which to share
The honesty of wisdom, forged and tested
A place where words are weighed and wrought with care
Where sentences are drawn from deepest waters
Carrying the weight of all that is
Holding on to hope amidst the darkness
Trusting in the truthfulness of tears
Yet in this fractured world such fragile spaces,
Whose making – and whose keeping – is an art,
Must be carved out, defended, lest their traces
Fade from memory, from mind, from heart.
In holding nothing back we are revealing
Our truest self, and all the world finds healing