Like an old lover that must fade into the background of new life
My sauna must go forth to its new owner, leaving me FIR behind.
She needs it to arrest the cancer in her own body and that of her Mom,
Imagine that: a generational curse that threatens the life between them.
I am happy to pass to them this box of promise, of hope
Bringing them much relief as the toxins melt away with the wavelengths of light.
As for me I am melancholy this day, this night
For I thought I would fare better for the investment therein.
The last of my inheritance was spent the year the Sunlighten entered our home
Hopeful with the promise of a cure from what all ailed me at the time: at first, it was great.
The warmth was undeniable especially on cold Indiana nights
When nothing else would do . . . no nothing else at all.
But did it help purge the alleged chronic Lyme embedded deep within
The bacterium, the viruses, the fungal creatures claimed on imperfect tests?
I may never know as the onslaught hath continued from the rigors of this life
From living in a fallen world hell-bent on our demise, our redemption one day for us all.
Just don’t see how this tool that I once loved, held so much promise
Is worth holding onto longer when all it collects is dust in our living room now.
So onto the next thing I shall be: from the consult of last week to the specialist to come
When in the meantime I know it’s the Lord that is my Great Physician and yours:
The object of my greatest love indeed.