All Clear
All clear and I am climbing fast; stress, weight are dropping too;
And energy returns once more as I push for the blue
Of sky above the earth beneath – I fly again, I do;
And soon, I hope to pass the mark where I'd have been with you.The photographs surpassed their mark by far this Omer three;
I finished up the work to date of cancer’s short journey;
Then pressed into evolving of this new Ap-Ministry,
And on the side did most of fixing up this house for thee.Then ‘No 'I said to several tasks emergent in that time,
So I'd not swamp my little boat, go swimming in the brine;
Thus stress I kept from building up especially these days
When carpentry and measuring are part of daily ways.The house looks good though understood to me and all who care,
This comes not easily to me – maintain or to repair –
Upgrades I push through hoping that the errors don't compound,
Except where I can tuck them under woodwork’s hiding round.The stairs went better than I thought they go, at least, so far;
And now the kitchen wall goes up, if one would call it wall;
The woodwork still remains undone, though preps I've started there;
But Jamie's coming home for visit, so I'd best prepare.For junk piles deep in lower rooms, there's closet doors to hang;
We went to ‘Singing Christmas Tree’ and wonderfully they sang;
A bit of snow, and lights that glow, bring on a festive air;
As thoughts turn now to Christmas time and New Year's cyclic dare.Not perfect is this Omer three, but happy ’bout it I;
I'm looking forward to the next – more lightness, less of sigh.
This time one year ago I started pulling out of dive,
And I've exceeded expectation of how long I'd live.I thank you Lord, these fifty days have meant so much to me;
Your gifts of life and love these days, both here and passed through me,
Are far from perfect even by the marks of yesteryear,
But I like the trajectory to life in you, no fear.navigation