Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked in my warm new bed.
I'll open my baggage, lest I forget,
There's so much to carry, So much to regret.
Hmm... Yes, there it is, right on the top
Let's unpack Loneliness and Loss, and there by my perch hides Fear and Shame,
As I look at these things I tried so hard to leave, I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain!
I loved them, the others,,, the ones who left me,
but I wasn't good enough, it's easy to see...
Will you add to my baggage? Will you help me unpack?
Or will you look at my problems, and take me right back??
Do you have time to love me and help me come through,
To throw out old baggage and live here with you?
I pray that you will I'm so tired you see,
But I do come with baggage,
WILL YOU STILL WANT ME???
Lend Me A Bird
"I will lend to you for a while, a bird", God said.
For you to love him while he lives and to mourn for him when he's dead.
Maybe for twelve or fourteen years, or maybe for two or three.
But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you and should his stay be brief,
You'll always have his memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise that he will stay, since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught below I want this bird to learn.
I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true,
And from the folks that crowd life's land, I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love; nor think the labor vain;
Nor hate me when I come to take my lovely bird again?
I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, thy will be done,
for all the joys this bird will bring, the risk of grief we'll run."
Will you shelter him with tenderness?
Will you love him while you may?
And for the happiness you'll know forever grateful stay?
But should I call him back much sooner that you planned;
Please brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.
If, by your love, you've managed, my wishes to achieve,
In memory of him you've loved; be thankful; do not grieve.
Cherish every moment of your feathered charge.
He filled your home with songs of joy the time he was alive.
Let not his passing take from you those memories to enjoy.
"I will lend to you, a Bird", God said, and teach you all you have to do.
And when I call him back to heaven, you will know he loved you too.
(Author Unknown)