From his open heart he gave of himself
Choosing from the large jars upon his shelf
He showed no concern over the void created
In fact from the delight he was elated
The vacuum, the hole or the empty jar
Was filled with wonder from not very far
Passing a boy blowing dandelion fuzz
Honey bees working away with a buzz
The joy all around us we never see
Is there for your eyes if you ever please
Don’t be concerned for what you give today
Let your heart and your jars show you the way
© 2010-2011 Michael Yost booguloo@live.com
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hmmm I like the last two lines the most 🙂 be joyful in all things
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Thanks!
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Cute! 🙂
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Wow! I wonder how the jars feel after giving delight to the man who emptied him. 🙂 Beautiful poem on appreciating the simple things that give us joy. Very nice!
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Good question. Thanks Katherine.
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Love it.. all too often we miss the treasures in our days because we’re too busy love the colourful jars, too!
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Thank you for the visit and the comment!
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love every line,
superb entry.
🙂
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An oldie but goodie. Thanks.
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Thank you for giving us a peek at your jar of wisdom today!
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Thank you!
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Very philosophically treated. Receiving is a way of giving. Never mind the empty jar. You would have given back more than what you had taken. Very deep and meaningful write!
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Glad you enjoyed the write Kay. Thanks for your visit and kind words.
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THE TITLE IS VERY INVITING,
thanks for the love to poetry picnic.
🙂
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And thank you for the visit and the comment.
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