! ! The Praisers

You might not spot them in a crowd – but for that certain stillness of the self-contained: in conversation, not until some detail of an action, person, or a deed sparks their mind; then from their heart - not, pours – but rather, in a fine, fine stream of exquisite precision, flows - their praise: as if their whole self gives itself to you in some new form of thought, in which there is no longer, they and you – you are united in exalted praise; and their eye shines – inviting you to join a world above: perhaps they sum the virtue of a person, action, deed; and yet, while they are speaking, praise is seated there above the virtues; they are prophets, seers, visionaries of that which in our praise, we are.. and perhaps, you try to join them in your speech – how awkwardly praise sits upon your tongue! you, who prided so yourself, a balanced judge of all your fellow humans…find yourself now at some sad and puny tongue-tied loss.. so, practise, in ourselves, a year or two – (there’s silent praise – the eye gives that away…) and praise the praiseful in their mighty work: another world awaits: where we become the prophets of ourselves in timeless life.