Eloquent: to be versed or fluent in speech. Articulate, expressive and glib. Vivid, lucid, lofty and smooth-tongued. Effective, persuasive – holding sway. Having great power or influence over a particular person, place, or domain… being well-expressed.
To put it simply…to rock, every time you open your mouth.
This word came up when I called Mick, one of my loyal readers eloquent, taking it as a great compliment. Made me think. Yes, eloquence is quite a special gift to have and one to aspire to.
JFK was eloquent. So was Gregory Peck and Martin Luther King, Theodore Roosevelt and Ken Burns who I’ve heard speak with such verve and passion minus notes.
Audrey Hepburn was so beautifully spoken when she went before Congress on behalf of Somalia, we helped them more than any other country.
We mustn’t forget Kentucky senator, Henry Clay, the Elvis of the Senate, who had women as well as men, swooning in the aisles whenever he stepped to the pulpit.
He preached with ardor and zest and linguistic animation- language laced with fire and zeal.
These words grip me whenever they’re spoken even without a famous person saying them. Just to see them on the page gives them a life of their own without ever having to be uttered.
Eloquence inspires its listeners to go personally higher. When Abraham Lincoln got to the end of his First Inaugural address, people wept.
We must not be enemies but friends. Though passions may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearth-stone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the union when again touched as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.
Words can change the world spoken with strength and humility.
Lincoln was what they called silver-tongued. A skill we should all yearn and strive to call our own.
To be eloquent, like Mick.