Every day, the cup of life is set before you,

you can fill it with hope or sorrow,

complaint or acceptance,

anger or understanding.

Think about this for a second:

Have you ever heard a bird,

say to the sun:

I am sorry for flying so low,

and so late.

Have you ever heard

a donkey or sheep tell

God, I am not worth much,

nobody cares for me,

my life is filled with woe and struggle.

This morning, the sun brushed against my cheek

the very first thing,

and my cup was right next to my bed,

shining and sparkling in the light.

This morning, I walked to the top of the world

with my dog, and I walked too long and too far,

in the crisp and warming sun.

I filled my cup with hope.