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

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...

The Giving Tree

Gifts Come In All Size Packages, Even Ones With Little Floppy Ears, Fluffy Red Hair and Big Blue Eyes that Smile When He Giggles

You Stole My Heart From the Moment I Saw You. No, It Was From the Very First Smile That's when I Freely Gave You My Heart 

The Phone Rings With News of a Delivery, It's Coming and it's Addressed, To My Daughter From the Father.

My Womb Wouldn't Carry You But the Father Could, So he Held You for Me Until the Day I Would.

You Traveled Far And Wide to Fill the Void that Lingered Years to Long but by Faith and Eyes for My Other, Could I Wait for Her Baby Brother

My Faith Carried me Years Filled with Tears and Hope that You Would be Chosen. So you Were, Hand Picked Hand Plucked Right From the Branches of Our Fathers Garden. 

Your Story isn't a Sad One but An Amazing Story of Gods Love and Glory. 

You Were Created As a Gift Not Only for Me But for All Who you Have Yet to Meet. 

You Are the Gift that Keeps on Giving, Your Toes as They Grow, Your Height, your Features are All Surprises.
We Get to Keep Receiving Like Layers of the Fathers Glorious Gift that Is Wrapped so Beautifully. Layer after Layer, Box inside of Box.

On That Warm November day, a Gift That sat Waiting Beneath the Giving Tree Out in The Open for All to See, also sat An Answered Prayer For Me.

The Moment He and I Approached is the Day My Heart had Been Made Complete, Don't You see Little one? It was You that Conquered Defeat.

My life, Your Daddy, Sissy and Other Family, Our Lives were Forever Changed When You little Elf, Stole our Hearts with Offerings of your First Smile. Your Floppy Ears, Whispers of Red Hair Flowing in the Breeze, Skin so Fair its was as tho It was Transparent and a Smile Bigger then Life itself.

Your Smile Could Crack the Hardest Shell of Any Who Stood Before You and Still Does.

You my Precious Baby Boy were Answered Prayer, To not Just Me but From my Precious Other, who Said she Would Hold her Breath till we gave Her a baby Brother.

I am Holding my Arms Stretched Out Wide and Have Sense Received my Gift from the Father. I breath You In and take In Every Feature. You are Amazing, Sent From Heaven, God's Perfection.

You Are a Constant Reminder that God's Gifts are Never Ending, That we Walk Beneath an Open Heaven, That I am Seen By Our Father. He Adores Me and I Him...

Daughter

Hazel Eyes

Pig Tails, Giggles, Laughter, Pacifiers Galore, Bear in the Big Blue House, Dress up, Mama's Heels, Big Floppy Hats, Pink Feathered Boa's and So Much More.

Lilo, Stitch, Fragle Rock, Blue Berry Summer and Lets Not Forget the Reason You're Never Lonely, The One and Only Teddy Bear Butter

My Precious Memories

My Answered Prayer, My Amazing Gift, A Display of Gods 
Un Measurable Love, That is Who She Is

Singer, Preacher, Lover of Jesus, Truth Seeker, Fashion Designer, Painter, Cake Baker, Apple Pie Maker

Photographer, Treasure Hunter, Beach Bunny, Mountain Hiker, Occasional Biker, Swimmer, Shopper, Undercover Library Lover, 

Cookie Dough, Sour Patch Kids, Thin Crust Pizza, California  Rolls, Teriyaki Bowls   
No Veggies geez, Second Helping of Potatoes Please!

Book Reader, Record Collector, Shoe Hoarder, Music Connoisseur,
Baby Brother Mother, Listener, Talker, Dog Walker, 

Admiring Eyes, Lashes For Days, Talented Dancer, Poet, Dreamer, Writer, Fighter, Fickle Eater, Friend to All
Thats My Girl All Wrapped Up Like a Hand Made Christmas Doll

You Are My Sunshine, My Only Sunshine, 
You Make Me Happy When Skies Are Grey...
You Are My Tay

Forever & Always,
Mae

I can only imagine...

Walking on the greenest greens, running on the brightest white beaches and sitting under the pinkest pink flowered trees.. 

I feel the warm amber honey that surrounds me. 
I feel the blanket of peace and the fathers joy that fills me. 

I walk and take another moment in the cool brook that flows freely, tickling my ankles

Its invitation shines with every color, even those yet to be named. 

It's as tho I am walking on precious gems that are smooth as silk.

The smell of fresh floral dances around my senses from every direction, I feel a building anticipation





It's like a thunder when it happens, yes when the horses roll in, my spirit yells the horses are coming!

I am walking and enjoying this vast pleasure that's wrapped up like the most amazing package. 
My gift has every ribbon and adornment laid out on display for all to see. 

 I am walking and admiring the gardens, green hills, birds overhead and yes, the warm, amber glow all around my presence. 
I feel my father, he is all around me and in everything I see.

I can leap like a child from tree to tree, dance across the green fields of glory,  I lay beneath the tree of butterflys and sing as loud as my voice will carry and I am pleasing. 

The cloud is appraoching so I jump up to go meet it. 

I see the stampede of beautiful giants, white horses with beards being led by the most celestial looking man and I am in awe...

I think I know him 

Its my friend, my love from long ago. I get the feeling this visit is a recurring event that I look forward to.

I see us riding past trees that have the most amazing branches, they reach for us with admiration of the fathers children

I can feel the kisses of the sweet smelling flowers as the branches bend over us when we pass under them.

I savor our rides and discussions of heaven. We talk about what our father has him doing but its the glimmer in his eyes that fills me with childlike amusement.

When he is called away and I am again standing at the road of goodbye, it does not grieve me because I know I will feel the thunder again and the horses will return, they always do...

Im heading back to the garden where the fragrance guides me. I am headed to the glimmering waters the ocean that sings and the animals that roar with laughter

I am filled, I am whole, I am complete, I am waiting...