One Hundred Days of Praise
The time to praise is now
when moans of grief rise hourly;
during descent to darkness,
while destruction of the old
clouds our clarity and muddles us.
One hundred days of praise
can break us of our pattern.
Before your automatic opposition —
Pause.
Let praiseful seeing
redirect the neurons’ path.
Unused trails, in only weeks
will wither in the brain.
We hone our hearts, home in
toward unseen good; thus
do we create it.
One hundred days of prasie: Go.
©Susa Silvermarie 2026
Image by Danie Blind
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