Praise
21/02/10 09:00 Filed in: Poetry
Make praise
easy
open yourself--
stare at what you love,
a hungry owl
Then praise will come unbidden,
a ripe Gravenstein
picked in the afternoon heat
the flesh still cool
from its temple of leaves
Praise will come on the west wind
laden with moisture
stirring prayer flags
speaking of solace and hope
Praise is easy
except when you stop
seeing what you love
losing yourself in the junk yard of thought
Praise whatever fills you with
the smell of toast and marmalade
or rosewater and talc
whatever you love the most
your children’s scent after a rain
your lover’s after a storm
yourself when everything but praise
is put aside
open yourself--
stare at what you love,
a hungry owl
Then praise will come unbidden,
a ripe Gravenstein
picked in the afternoon heat
the flesh still cool
from its temple of leaves
Praise will come on the west wind
laden with moisture
stirring prayer flags
speaking of solace and hope
Praise is easy
except when you stop
seeing what you love
losing yourself in the junk yard of thought
Praise whatever fills you with
the smell of toast and marmalade
or rosewater and talc
whatever you love the most
your children’s scent after a rain
your lover’s after a storm
yourself when everything but praise
is put aside
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