Here’s To The Beautiful Conversations Braided With Grace
A poem
Here’s to the beautiful conversations braided with grace — the ones that happen over coffee or tea, as the sun is shining and the birds are chirping, and you both come to the table with full hearts and open minds.
At that moment, you ask questions.
At that moment, you listen to answers.
At that moment, you cast aside whatever armor your wearing and bare a bit of your soul.
Those are the conversations that shape you, not shame you.
The ones that embrace you, not shun you.
The times that teach you, not leave you flailing without a lifejacket.
Here’s to the beautiful conversations braided with grace — the ones that reveal themselves over dinner and wine, the evenings when you surrender to discovery and discourse, and stepping outside of what you know to be true.
At that moment, you learn more.
At that moment, you laugh a little more, too.
At that moment, you see that there’s much of the same stuff within the heart of you and the heart of me.
Here’s to the beautiful conversations braided with grace,
the ones that teach us how to fly, and dream and do,
the ones that teach us how to listen, and love, and be,
the ones with the words that we carry with us for the rest of our days.
