Sacred Spaces

It was a sacred conversation

in hushed tones

between two ladies wearing aprons

working in the kitchen.

They shared stories

of their loved ones

who suffered with maladies 

that so readily

visit on this planet

of challenges and woes.

It was a sacred conversation

between two mothers,

and in the words

and in the frowns

came small smiles–

a parting of the clouds,

a slant of sunshine,

your troubles are not mine,

and mine are not yours,

but by the sacred conversations

our hearts become lighter.



(Visited 1 times, 1 visits today)