More pebbles in the jar of sorrows
kept in every house.
Place each broken thing,
syllables in tangles
small bits and shattered hearts
add them all
to the invisible jar
whose shape
and size are secret
But given us because
each pebble must be held
must be seen must be acknowledged
until the day—
(You’ll know the day when it arrives)
The time to pour them out
to be the pebbled path
you walk on to the world.