A Week has Passed

Twas a bit before our time,
But the thrill was just the same,
Crisp the snow, and fast the climb,
For a lifetime Thrill, of childhood Claim.

A Week has Passed
By Arley Steinhour 012718

A week has passed, since Blizzard Day,
As I gaze at Window scene, White and Bright;
If, Fifty years younger, with children, I’d play,
Out on the snow, to our corporate Delight.

My ‘then,’ is now, ‘many the memory,’
Of what ‘we’d do,’ when I ‘Home-Ported,’
Winter Camping, crispiest in Treasury,
Of, places seen, and evented, Quite Assorted.

Off, to the Wild, with Family, or Scouts,
Compared to my lifestyle, deep underwater,
Kayaking, or fishing, or hiking, There-a-bout’s,
To the Reaches, of Desert, Mountain, or Sea-Otter.

I sit here today, awash in ‘Fond Memory,’
Ending, a week-long visit of my ‘Son, Bill,’
Who-too, Served our Country, Exemplarily,
In his life, from Navy Training, baptizing his Skill.

May my Son, Bill believe as I, in the Throng,
‘God as the Father, God as the Son,
God as the Spirit, for each and every-one,
Adopted into His Family, Eternally, Long.

Mortal life, is for learning the Way,
To graduate Home, and knowing the ‘Stay,’
That we are to be, as Royal as He Say,
With Satan, in Hell, and Heaven, our Play.

AMEN