Lest We Overlook The Giver

 Last Saturday night at a tractor-pull some let the full brunt of the 'music'

screech through them while others chose to 'protect' themselves a little...

 

Lest the well that dreams are drawn from fills with lifeless dust and ash

Lest a soulful swell of sorrow snuffs the sparkle from the splash

Lest a holy Heaven-hunger does not keen hope’s humble cheer

Lest no more than what we had and held comforts the mourner’s tear

Lest the dread of death is greater than life’s hearty appetite

Lest the weight of worry suffocates what wonder would delight

(Plant a garden)

Lest the Reason for the season seems as futile as the wind

Lacking passion for the ration of what no one can rescind

Lest we lose, not merely moments, but the gaping gate it grants

Let’s keep eyes and ears wide open to the music of the dance

Let’s choose love and glad thanksgiving over hours set adrift

Lest we overlook the Present and the Giver of its gift

(Like a garden)

© Janet Martin

I added the 'garden' bit as a personal joy-bell-ringer😊. 

Feel free to change that line to whatever rings yours.

other option for me besides 'plant a garden' would be (in purely random order)

'pour a coffee'

'write/read a poem'

'hold a baby or toddler'

'ride a bike'

'read a book/Book'

'find a brook'

...and so on, lest we let a spent season snuff the melody from the moment at hand!

For some, believe it or not, their joy-bell ringer is a tractor-pull!