! ! P R A I S E

Whatever that you think you lack – give that! ’ – this saying, heard, lodged in my mind a space; like seed that hides in earth – yet not inert: its hidden clock an instrument of grace; the mind, the soil, that meanwhile, does not know: it neither knows what lies in its embrace, nor its own precious nutrients which grow this seed; nor sees the Sower, nor His grace – until one day, when in some Spring of light, I realised: I, meanly, denied – praise: the praise of human beings in my sight; and thus, the praise of that One source of praise.. so sought occasion, each and All to praise; now Praise, with golden hand, seeds all my days.