Baggage Claim

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Baggage Claim

Like The Many Different Directions Of Our Lives...

Planes Fly In, Planes Fly Out,
 Arriving at Gates Of Joy, Leaving Behind Sorrow, and Regret at Others

I Stand Here In line to Collect the Belongings of My Heart but Instead have Been Re routed To the Basement of Lost Luggage,

Panic Sets in

 Who Might have My Heart or Where will It End Up? 
My Thoughts Swim Around in My Mind As to Where the Contents of My Past, Present and Future will Land

Baggage Handler Why Have You Been so Careless with a Lifetime of Loved possessions that I have Neatly Packed Away as Organized Memories Of Us

I am Spun Around By the Rush of People 
Bustling Past and Envy Their Destinations

I Have Become the Unnoticed Airport Ghost, Drifting From Window to Window Admiring the Arrivals and Departures of the Lives of Other Passengers 

Because I wait...

Only the Hand Print on the Glass that Remains After I've Left will Be Your Clue That I was Ever Even here

This Emotional Day Comes to a Close 
I am Left Alone Standing At the Gate of Sorrow with No Hope of Tomorrow

The Day Is Long, My Swollen eyes are Tired And My Fight for Whats Right Has Disappeared into the Crowd of Chaos

Do I wipe Away These Endless Tears Of Defeat or Stand

for the Contents of What has Been Misplaced

Should I walk away Leaving my Lost luggage to the Handler,

After all It was His job
 to Take Care Of Such Matters Or Perhaps I should Run with What's Left In This Hole Ridden Sack of Hope,

Taped Up with Broken Promises

I Hear the Faint Call of My Future At the Departure Gate But I can't Help but to Turn Toward the Feeling of My Heart As it 

Passes Somewhere in the Dense Crowd Behind me

My Strength wavers And I Reach for the Comforting Omni Presence to Direct me to My Gate, To Comfort me, to wipe Away the Tears that Blur my Vision

Do I  Right the wrongs Of Missed Flights? 

Should I leave a Forwarding Address with The Possibility of Retrieval?

I will Not let the Fear of the Broken Unknown 
Take Anymore From Me 

I will Surrender the Thought Of what Someone Else Might Do 

With what Is Mine 

I am Going To Linger No More in This Airport Of,
 Limbo and Indecision 
I will weep no More for The Lost Items of My Heart But will Walk In the Possibility with What Remains In My Carry On

I will Take with Me What Is left, 
 What was Once Mine Is Yours to Have... 

Memories for Sale

Memories for Sale

Sale...

I'm walking up and down each isle looking for just that perfect shinny relic that catches my eye.

The sun is warm and the smell of the salty sea isn't far off. 
I look up toward heaven and sigh with appreciation. 

Today is for treasure hunting with loved ones, tonight is for our goodbyes. We will let the Waves take our memories along with our goodbyes and sorrow.

I see it, the shinny object across the row of vendors. I make my way through crowds of people to haggle with the seller over an antique cigar box and sitting next to it an old car that my son may like. As I'm passing by other tables I am suddenly overwhelmed by sadness. 
Its all the forgotten items of people. It's all the lives and the memories that have long passed that grieves me. 
The intensity of it catches me off guard.

 Laying across a table are photographs of a man and woman, wedding photos, college diplomas along with a life time of impressive achievements sprawled out for sale! 
I am wondering who did this? who gave away their memories to this gypsy to sell off for mere pennies? His war time photos, She in her wedding dress, their first born, first car, collage graduation, Last Christmas, a life time all laying out in the summer sun for sale

Is this what our lives are? items for sale? memories and achievements that go to the highest bidder?

I want to scream, "wait! before you buy that, don't you want to know his name? or if his wife of 50 years is still alive? or the name of their dog in that picture? Or if the men in that war time photo all made it home to their loved ones after defending our country in battle?"

I shed tears as I passed table after table with lifetimes all spread out for pennies.

Father am I not worth more? My life has to be worth more then forgotten memories put up for sale.
Our youth, our battles, victories and love. It all has to mean something to somebody.

Father let it all, not be for nothing...Let my pictures of youth and all my achievements not lay under the summer sun 

I look up with another sigh and thank God for today and the reminder that each day is our gift that isn't to be sold or grieved but to be celebrated. Our lives are to be cherished. Our lives are but a blink of an eye but eternity is forever and is free to whom ever believes.That is worth more then any shiny thing here on earth.
It is greater then any achievement. Its a gift that lasts for an eternity.

Another life is gone here on earth but heaven has gained another in celebration. You're items have been sold off and given away but our memories will last until we meet again.

Its dusk and it is time to remember our loved one, as the waves carry him into the sunset our feet leave impressions in the sand only to be washed away with him..