Mike Pence should get her a
hot dog, for what else is the Games but
a chance to be human and celebrate
She came from the North, sister to
a Korean prince, and during sixteen
some-odd days there was peace
on the Peninsula—
And why not?
Wasn’t that why we had a United Nations
after the horror of two world wars?
We forget to love—that being the doom
of man, that and calling ourselves
“Christian” while we talk of waging
war and giving bloody noses to people
we don’t want armed and nuclear, again
forgetting our own arsenal, that log in our
eye picking at our neighbors’ splinters.
Pyongchang, rhyming with the North’s
Pyongyang—for sixteen days one unified
Korea in a glimpse of what could be,
the shining face of sports for all to
The North’s delegate above the American
“vice president,” so why he doesn’t look up
is a mystery, unless the awakening alludes
him, the one that taps us all on the
shoulder at different times in life to say:
“We are all human.”
Pence missed the first moment to win
the gold of brotherly love.
There are always two prizes in sports,
the trophy, the “win,” and the one we
garner when we shake hands—the friendship,
the nod for sportsmanship.
One Korea, a unified team brings tears to eyes
of people who love peace, while folks
who talk and believe in war and division poke
holes and criticize.
One day at a time.
Shaun White, Shaun White, the red mop
flying in the night, now with less hair full of
passion, focus and talent, a final jump into
the abyss that can kill on the way down,
“Gravity” thwarted but not beat, Einstein’s
bent space curling gold for the U.S.
Lindsey gets what she needed, another medal
like Bode’s in 2014, a great bow with Julia
covering events for channel four Los Angeles.
Athletes from Russia were tough as always in
the Winter Games, but Norway being Norway,
Sweden and the Dutch on fire.
Canada came to play, but the U.S. ladies borrowed
the gold back in hockey, the men as good
except in penalty shots, which require flare,
the Russian lady skaters showing plenty,
ballerinas on ice, old school beauty, while
jump obsession infected many skates minus
the spirited Adam Rippon putting art first.
American guns shoot children, while
activists debate murder as self-defense.
Meanwhile in Asia are lost arts and philosophies
of the martial kind.
The Sage is fully self-aware, aware of surroundings,
and is ready to help—abhors lethal weapons;
has no real use for them.
The preference in self-defense is never killing
but the restoration of peace!
And so the hot dog not bought, the frown
of the Pence in front of the sister of
the Northern Prince.
A sense of humor, a poem, a joke—anything to
cut tension was and is the gold we want
as we snowboard toward another medal
ceremony in winter snow, White’s tears
melting on the close of another Games,
four years in the making, four years from
the next time to make the snow light up
in Olympic flames.
We are at peace, and for those who are not
may we make a prayer.
The two trophies for achievement
and friendship, may you have them both;
Shaun White with three golds now, amended
for the little trash talk in Vancouver, grown
up and back from a misstep in Sochi.
He is the Most Valuable Athlete in the Games
for me, though you may put yours forth.
We watched Shaun grow up, and may he
help the next generation shine.
May we all rise up beyond our sports and
put love into every corner of the Earth.
It is not what we get that counts as
much as what we give.
“America First” dies gloriously when we embrace
humility and generosity. God sees the lowliest
effort and rewards, so give up keeping and guarding.
Give all you have. Reach one more time past what
you think you have, because a power greater
than yourself has more.
Appeal. Receive. Reach for the finish line,
and make a lot of friends along the way.
A little life is lived every time the Olympics
torch is lit.
As this Olympic Games ends, I grieve a little
bit but gather steam to tackle my life
with the gold medal spirit I just saw on
display, a Korea unified in Peace.
Pray for the warriors and guard Olympic
flames and dreams for the young and small
just for today.
Jump into the stands and hug your mom.
Vow to never lose like that again.
Thank God for the win. For weather in
For being the best GS skier in the world,
but realizing that effort may leave you weaker
in another discipline!
We are so human!! Wait, did your see the
Russian girls skate? Maybe we are sometimes
We strive to overcome our shackles and restraints,
Shaun White one more time off the pipe…
Land, squat, Repeat. We lost a bobsledder.
Land, squat. Repeat.
See you in Beijing…
Land, squat. Repeat!