As I sit on my couch, the Opening Ceremonies of the Sochi Winter Olympics on the TV, I am weary. I spent two hours at the top of a hill above a frozen lake this evening, watching my daughter and son snow tube. It was cold as the sun slowly sank out of the sky. I could barely convince my kids to stop long enough to drink some hot chocolate.
I have a poem for you guys tonight from Robert Friend. It's short, but beautiful. And it feels like an end of day poem.
Saint Marty is ready for the Olympic torch to be lit.
My Cup
They tell me I am going to die.
Why don't I seem to care?
My cup is full. Let it spill.
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| Something beautiful from Russia |
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