The world is full of many treasures. . . .

Angel in a jar


An angel in a jar.
Safe from the corruption.
Will not be tainted, Will not be harmed
Innocent as a flower petal falling from the wind.
She sits and watches the world pass her by
The colors of the earth reflect off her skin.
Safe from the darkness, safe from the sin.

An Angel in a jar.
Oh what a delight!
A little slice of heaven in your pocket for the night
The color of her hair is as white as milk
The texture,
Smooth as silk.
Her doe eyes are opalescent like crushed pearls
And as resplendent as the soul she holds

An angel in a jar
Pure like mist,
Pretty and loving with delicate finger tips
No judgments she makes, no dreams she breaks
She sits in her jar, watching with wonder
Here to protect, to cherish, to love.
An angel that fits in your palm like glove.