Pebbles

A million pieces

Of sifted sand,

A lesson of crushing,

Of far off lands.

The words that come

Have little say

When all is done

At the break of day.

—

Renewal sings

Like the songbird’s cry

And every hurt

Makes a lullaby

Of sweet surrender

And victory nigh,

The waves crash over

And fear subsides.

—

Pebbles small

Beneath my feet

Create tingles of life,

However discreet.

—

I’m reminded now,

Of all that’s passed,

Of secret hurts

And pain that lasts.

—

And then aloud,

My heart does sing

Of the life I’ve found

In the suffering.

—

And every hope

Breathes life again

When suffering becomes

A trusted friend.