When my story is weak,
When no family gathers around my hearth to thread dreams into beaded bracelets,
Then a venomous reptile may realize it is safe to emerge.
Do I feel no exhilaration!
For the treasures I nurtured through ages?
Where is my epic of sacrifice and glory?
Where my romance of painful longing?
My comedy of innocent humility and unexpected grace!
Will you give me a cup of sand and share me your prayers?
Then I will cherish your starry heavens!
But a dread manacle seems a lonely crown,
Heavy with sharpened stones.
Monday, May 28, 2012
Monday, April 16, 2012
Waiting at 25km mark:
Sheila will pass through around 12:40, in about 1hr 15.
At 11:17 AM: Athlete Alert. Sheila Bhardwaj @ 10km. Time 0:51:25, Pace 8:16
I'm going to rest up because I think sheila's in better running shape than I am biking shape.
I think I did see the male leaderboard- about 15 Africans.
Army corps of engineers I think in the photo.
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