G-d’s Glass Jar

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 pickles equally, by G-d’s Good Graces.