Adoptions

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.

Hmm . . . Yes there it is, right on the top.

Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss;

And there by my leash 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