Because this glass jar I call life,
overfills with the unforeseen,
the lid
almost bursting, G-d’s hand
never giving
in to the chaos, always
holding down
the lid.
Because of the glimmer
of sunlight
that filters through my eyelids,
this jar lid,
is
mine
and I vow
that I may savor
the moments of sweet
jam and brined...
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