When on a glorious day – one such as this – <br />you’re overcome with awe and wonder, praise, <br />and part-formed gratitude… which seeks some one <br />to thank for this, by laying at their feet <br />all that the world has brought us unannounced <br />as seedcorn turned to golden harvest wheat – <br /> <br />then who would hesitate, to draw in light <br />a greater One as whom to kneel before, <br />to make of our humility, a ‘One’ <br />as if we were some grateful ‘other’; we, <br />less worthy, painting pure duality.. <br /> <br />..don’t hesitate: praise is beyond a ‘two’; <br />what now we praise, becomes our very self; <br />in praise, name radiates as kingdom, come; <br />and kingdom hallows all, as all its own; <br />so, glory in that sound of praise so fine; <br />for when you shine with praise – then all things shine.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harvest-festival/
