Mason Jar Wishes

I have a collection of containers
set upon my book shelf.....

There’s a jar for my wishing stars
that I will harvest from the sky,
to use when I need some extra help.
[Like the day I felt invisible
to the most gorgeous guy I’d ever seen.]

I set aside a bottle
for that special shade of purple
that bleeds into the clouds
during sunset.
[The one that makes a soul yearn
to be embraced by intangible things.]

I have some jars for sounds,
like the whisper of a dragon fly,
[It’s been said they have the best secrets.]
and the whooshing song of a thousand giggles
that a rainbow makes
the first time you slide down it.

The baby food jars are being saved
for knowledge gained.
[As the wisdom I seek
can only be managed in small doses.]
You see I seem to have forgotten,
what God told me
just before I was born.
The day my purpose was decided.
And if I could just remember it,
I could put it in there for safe keeping.

A collection of containers
sit empty on my book shelf.
One for every thing
I can not have.
They remind me to try,
beyond the knowledge
that I will fail.