Little Jars of Joy

What if we could bottle up joy into little jars?

Placing them carefully on our cupboard shelves

Where they would glow in patient anticipation

Of our inevitable need for a burst of felicity.

In the darker hours, days, months, years,

We would, with gratitude, unseal a jar of joy

Watching as it illuminates our shadowed places

Sending sparks into the dark of our broken hearts

A balm for the wearied soul to carry us through

The heaviness of our melancholy days.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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