Bag Lady

I am a bag lady

I have collected bags

all my life...

as long as I can remember

Some big

some small

some stylish

some plain

These bags –

I collect

even...

hoard

some might say.

These bags -

hold

all kinds of different

emotions

stories

hurts

loves.

Lately though –

I have realized

these bags

all weigh different

 ~love is light and airy

I can sling it over my shoulder and take it with me wherever I go –

no matter how long the journey.

Joy is the same -

I can stuff my bag full of joy

and never feel

its weight

on my shoulder.

On the other hand:

anger

shame

hate

can weigh me down...

do weigh me down

even if I am only carrying

a single

lonely

pebble in my bag.

This tiny pebble

weighs a ton

like carrying bricks

bending me

side to side

and hurting my body

my heart

my soul...

little

by

little

tweaking my back

here and there.

I have decided though

I surely don’t need

all these bags

weighing me down.

 

I am getting rid of the bags

especially the tiny bags

the tiny bags

that carry

only the pebbles

the pebbles

that weigh me down

 

I have decided

I only need one bag

One bag

to carry God

with me

all day

everyday

in that bag

I will find

all the

Love

Joy

Grace

Laughter

Hope

I can imagine

and

that

will be my only bag

I carry

from now on

My bag for

God