"I See His Blood Upon the Rose"

I read a beautiful and moving poem tonight in "How the Irish Saved Civilization" by Thomas Cahill.

"I See His Blood Upon the Rose"

I see his blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of his eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.

I see his face in every flower;
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but his voice-and carven by his power
Rocks are his written words.

All pathways by his feet are worn,
His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,
His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,
His cross is every tree.

Winter Olympics

Another moment in time which occurs every 4 years, the Winter Olympics. It doesn't seem to be getting much attention this time. There doesn't seem to be much excitement around this Winter Olympics.

Today, I went and helped my two sons with the Rain Gutter Regata event in his pack. They had a lot of fun. They built a sailing boat out of styrofoam, put a sail made out of paper on it then raced them against time in a rain gutter. Both of my sons came in third place in their respective divisions. My youngest was very happy and proud of his blue ribbon. He hung up the ribbon on the wall by his bed.

Today, was my first Valentine's Day Tea Party that I remember attending. I kind of made a barbarian lunch out of the delicate tea sandwiches. While everyone else was eating delicate cucumber tea sandwiches, I was eating 2 Chicken Jezebel Sausage sandwiches with heaping mounds of saur kraut. It brought distress on the females in my family and made my sons proud. Next year, I won't be such a barbarian! NAH!!