Shared

The jar of glass tucked in wool, straw and sponges
The impact makes the crackling sound over and over
Crumbled to pieces unknown to the outside world
Pieces rub against each other making sounds
Sounds that resonate with the other broken jars
They all vibrate in unison making a noise to celebrate

Our selves are meant to be broken
Our brokenness is meant to be held
Our hold is meant to be healing
Our healing is meant to be celebrated
Our celebration is meant to be eternal
Our eternity is meant to be a moment
Our moment is meant to be treasured
Our treasure is meant to be shared