! ! To Praise

Spring morning; air full of promise in the nostrils; scents of flowers yet to bloom; dew as diamonds on the grass stems; sunshine on the hills across the river valley; outside the rabbit hole, a terrier, crouched on the scuffed reddish run-dust of a hundred paws; focussed, completely still, every muscle ready and alert; ear occasionally twitching at some movement underground; now, all things are praise. To live with praise, to live in praise, to know; be blessed; be full; joining, giving back, taste of that which satisfies beyond all else; then, dare to speak it: hear within the voice knowledge of eternity in living now; today, all things are praise. The terrier, full five minutes still, knows the rabbits knowing him; gets up as if there’s nothing in the world but this moment; scampers, wagging tail; glances towards you, as if to share the joy of dogginess and paw and earth; a sudden move of breeze, off the still sea down there to bless the land; the view quietly sparkles as if to say, you will remember this all your life because a moment speaks eternity; today, all things are praise