The Meaning Of Rescue
Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed, All nicely tucked in my warm new bed, I'd like to open my baggage, Lest I forget,There is so much to carry -So much to regret.
Hmmm...Yes, there it is, right on the top, Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss, And there by my perch hides Fear and Shame. As I look on 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 - for they didn't want me. Will you add to my baggage? Will you help me unpack? Or will you just look at my things -And take me right back?
Do you have the time to help me unpack? To put away my baggage, to never repack? I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see,But I do come with baggage -Will you still want me?
~ Author Unknown ~
2 comments:
My big red thoroughbred, Gigondas, came with a LOT of baggage to unpack! It has taken us two years, but she has finally decided (1) we aren't going to eat her; and (2) that MAYBE, just MAYBE, people are okay to be around! It takes time and patience!!! Thank you for all you do!
I am the author of the poem The Meaning of Rescue. The correct title is, Baggage. Please go to my website at: http://joysmountain.vze.com I am asking that the proper name and author's name be added to the poem. Thank You for your attention. lovemyyrs@gmail.com
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