In Gratitude…

You stormed into the room with an affable smile in your pocket, to be exchanged for an irascible grin, or a menacing scowl at the turn of a word.

You educated.

You elucidated.

You enlightened.

You hungrily took the bait, and, we watched for the occasional, sun-lit, glimmer as you played the line as far as it would go until; releasing, you hung back to give others a chance at the fight.

And, you encouraged.

You championed your causes, often alone, until; persuaded, others joined you, hoping to be warmed by your light.

You enveloped.

Your words evoked the tip of a felt fedora, or the raise of your eyebrow, or the click of your tongue; and grown women giggled, even as less talented men shrunk in your wake. And what a wake it is…

You are a force; a force of incredible power, giving to others without motive, and at great cost. You might have been a Priest…as,

You elevated.

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