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.
The Therapy of Words 