So for a while there I thought I wouldn’t get there but the packing has all happened and moving day has been and gone! The boxes reminded me of this poem from 2011 when I travelled to Tanzania for 2 years…
Suitcase, books, clothes, shoes
Check to see what needs removed.
Boxes, tape, labelled… ‘Fear!’
This is no small job
There’s a load to work through here!
Stacks, piles, heaps even
Hills of stuff that should have been dumped
Mounds, towers, shaking – unsteady!
This is a mammoth job and I’m not sure I’m ready!
I’m just me- small and faint
Not able on my own to pack away all my past and then paint right over it.
‘Look closely’ says a soft voice by the door
The One who says He’s gone before
‘Look closely and you will see
That I have made a way for thee
To live and breathe and have your being
To experience a love that’s freeing
Free from heavy baggage that weighs you down
Free because I bore the crown.
©E. Henry, 2018