some poetry today, song lyrics from the musical Hadestown: 

Pour the wine and raise a cup
Drink up, brothers, you know how
And spill a drop for Orpheus
Wherever he is now

Some birds sing when the sun shines bright
My praise is not for them
But the one who sings in the dead of night
I raise my cup to him

Wherever he is wandering
Alone upon the earth
Let all our singing follow him
And bring him comfort

Some flowers bloom when the green grass grows
My praise is not for them
But the one who blooms in the bitter snow
I raise my cup to him

I raise my cup and drink it up
I raise it high and drink it dry
To Orpheus and all of us
Goodnight, brothers, goodnight


The lines that struck me, ‘but the one who blooms in the bitter snow, I raise my cup to him.’

Get skin in the game, bloom.

pierre

ps: heard this first in a speech by Jordan Roth.