Ode to the Glass Jar

In the cupboard's quiet haven, 'midst the clangor of the home,

Lies a vessel oft forgotten, yet it never roams.

A sentinel of sustenance, a keeper of delight,

A glass jar stands transparent, in the soft kitchen light.

Oh, humble jar of clarity, your walls reveal your core,

A monument to honesty, a window, and much more.

Your simple form's an echo of our life's transparent creed,

A mystic dance of function that fulfills a timeless need.

A vessel holding pickles, or a sweet homemade preserve,

Your steadfast shape does cradle, with a gentle, graceful curve.

To some, a mere container, inanimate and cold,

But to others, you're a memory of stories yet untold.

With lips to seal the flavor and a body sleek and true,

You've cradled soups and sauces of every shade and hue.

In kitchens bright and bustling, in pantries cool and dark,

You stand, a silent witness to life's ever-changing arc.

Embrace the warmth of summer in the fruits you snugly hold,

Or tell a winter's tale in spices, bold and old.

From fragile sprouts of springtime to autumn's golden yield,

You stretch across the seasons, an unbroken, gleaming shield.

Your purity's a canvas for the human touch and craft,

A vessel for invention, and culinary art's sweet draft.

Though born from sand and fire, in your silence, you're profound,

A glass jar, unassuming, yet your virtues do resound.

A toast to you, dear jar, and to your noble, subtle grace,

A tribute to simplicity in this complex, frenzied place.

You stand, a quiet symbol of our lives' transparent quest,

A beacon for the common, and a bastion of the best.