'Whatever that you think you lack - give that! ' - <br />this saying, heard, lodged in my mind a space; <br />like seed that seems inert - yet, not inert; <br />its hidden clock an instrument of grace; <br /> <br />the mind, that soil which meanwhile does not know: <br />it neither knows what lies in its embrace, <br />nor its own precious nutrients which grow <br />that seed; nor knows the Sower; nor His grace - <br /> <br />until the day that in some Spring of light, <br />I realised: I, meanly, denied - praise: <br />the praise of human beings in my sight; <br />and thus, the praise of that one source of praise. <br /> <br />so sought occasion, each and All to praise; <br />now Praise, with golden hand, seeds all my days.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0186-praise/
