Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in paradise
(photo courtesy of Pastor Keith)
but what to leave behind?
The rummage sale of our life, moving day,
the ultimate downsizing, right-sizing, death.
Sifting through the memories,
Tossing some here and there,
The trash can overflowing.
Gentle with some, others confetti upon the floor,
turning the toilet into post-modern art:
The teasing, being small with big feet.
All those mistakes. Playing with matches.
Sneaking coffee. Every lie.
Wondering about the number of bags we get to take for free.
Having loved, loved deeply, loved passionately,
touches and softness ,
Joy, the warmth of hands held,
Long walks and postcard sunsets
Meals, kisses, breaths.
Do they have those baggage carts