Lest I Miss Out...

 It was a late-getting-dishes-done evening after what I originally thought was going to be a long-walk-at sunset-evening. 

Instead, a long phone-call, Victoria sick, Matt home late and lingering, unusually chatty during his kept-warm-in-the-oven-til-he-got-home supper, back to comfort daughter who just threw up...and so on:)

Still, I wouldn't trade this evening(except Victoria being sick, of course!) for all the sunset walks in the world...

Lest I should grow immune somehow

To blessings of love’s common spoil

And I should count for nought the Now

That fills my hands with humble toil

Lest I should look across the way

And pine for that which cannot be

And miss the lovely little day

That God placed right in front of me

Lest I forget my have-and-hold

And become bold enough to fret

For someone else’s moment-gold

While treasure spills unnumbered yet

Lest I should overlook love’s prize

Wrapped in life’s simple and mundane

I pray thee Lord, open my eyes

For today will not pass again

© Janet Martin