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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459847" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The praisers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459847" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You might not spot them in a crowd – <br>but for that certain stillness of the self-contained: </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459847" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">in conversation, not until some detail <br>of an action, person, or a deed <br>sparks their mind; then from their heart - <br>not, pours – but rather, in a fine, fine stream <br>of exquisite precision, flows - their praise: </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459847" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">as if their whole self gives itself to you <br>in some new form of thought, in which <br>there is no longer, they and you – <br>you are united in exalted praise; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459847" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and their eye shines – inviting you to join <br>a world above: perhaps they sum the virtue <br>of a person, action, deed; and yet, <br>while they are speaking, praise is seated there <br>above the virtues; they are prophets, seers, <br>visionaries of that which in our praise, we are.. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459847" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and perhaps, you try to join them in your speech – <br>how awkwardly praise sits upon your tongue! <br>you, who prided so yourself, a balanced judge <br>of all your fellow humans…find yourself <br>now at some sad and puny tongue-tied loss.. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459847" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">so, practise, in ourselves, a year or two – <br>(there’s silent praise – the eye gives that away…) <br>and praise the praiseful in their mighty work: <br>another world awaits: where we become <br>the prophets of ourselves in timeless life.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a></strong></div>

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