WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Be Thou My Vision
byVanderleunonApril 10, 2022
Be Thou my breastplate, my sword for the fight
Be Thou my armor and be Thou my might
Thou my soul shelter, and Thy my high tower
Raise Thou me heavenwards, oh power of my power
But blessed are your eyes because they see, your ears because they hear! In truth I tell you, many prophets and upright people longed to see what you see, and never saw it; to hear what you hear, and never heard it.
Matthew 13:16-17
Mike SeyleApril 10, 2022, 3:26 PM
I come and I go. I surge and retreat. My best hope is forgiveness, and acceptance.
“Ruined! Ruined! My time has clean run out! The clock has stopped, the pygmy house has crumbled. Soon I shall embrace eternity to my breast, and soon I shall howl gigantic curses at mankind. … If there is a Something which devours, I’ll leap within it, though I bring the world to ruins—the world which bulks between me and the abyss, I will smash to pieces with my enduring curses.”
Oulanem, Karl Marx, 1839
smittyApril 10, 2022, 6:35 PM
Be Thou my wisdom and Thou my real peace
May sin be distant as West is from East
Thou my true fortress in storm or in strife
Guide me, oh Father, each day of my life
Tuning in to news and current events is just depressing as hell. As of late my spirits have been in freefall. Will we see an end to it? Doubtful. Not within the bounds of time we have remaining.
And yet. The quiet routines of daily life here at the suburban hermitage continue almost unaffected by the madness. There is still so much to be grateful for, and I have the blessing of a finely tuned sense of gratitude. I do not, almost cannot take any good fortune for granted. My wife. My home. My two silly cats. The pleasure in simple household tasks, and the grace of uneventful days. Sometimes, the prayer is simply, “Thank you.”
But the bleakness continues, nonetheless.
JWM
Wade HamptonApril 12, 2022, 3:11 PM
Thanks, Gerard and well done.
LPApril 12, 2022, 6:25 PM
I’m worried about the news and current events too. I’m worried about my children and grandchildren. I love spending my Sundays with my 3 year old grandson so delightful, children are so innocent and they have their whole lives ahead of them, and now that may be in jeopardy? I had the same feeling on 9-11 when I looked out the window of a beautiful sunny day and saw men stepping out of trains covered in white. How can evil intrude on the innocence of the rest of us?
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Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
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But blessed are your eyes because they see, your ears because they hear! In truth I tell you, many prophets and upright people longed to see what you see, and never saw it; to hear what you hear, and never heard it.
Matthew 13:16-17
I come and I go. I surge and retreat. My best hope is forgiveness, and acceptance.
Wonderful. Thank you Gerard-
These, are how I know God is good.
“Ruined! Ruined! My time has clean run out! The clock has stopped, the pygmy house has crumbled. Soon I shall embrace eternity to my breast, and soon I shall howl gigantic curses at mankind. … If there is a Something which devours, I’ll leap within it, though I bring the world to ruins—the world which bulks between me and the abyss, I will smash to pieces with my enduring curses.”
Oulanem, Karl Marx, 1839
Be Thou my wisdom and Thou my real peace
May sin be distant as West is from East
Thou my true fortress in storm or in strife
Guide me, oh Father, each day of my life
Tuning in to news and current events is just depressing as hell. As of late my spirits have been in freefall. Will we see an end to it? Doubtful. Not within the bounds of time we have remaining.
And yet. The quiet routines of daily life here at the suburban hermitage continue almost unaffected by the madness. There is still so much to be grateful for, and I have the blessing of a finely tuned sense of gratitude. I do not, almost cannot take any good fortune for granted. My wife. My home. My two silly cats. The pleasure in simple household tasks, and the grace of uneventful days. Sometimes, the prayer is simply, “Thank you.”
But the bleakness continues, nonetheless.
JWM
Thanks, Gerard and well done.
I’m worried about the news and current events too. I’m worried about my children and grandchildren. I love spending my Sundays with my 3 year old grandson so delightful, children are so innocent and they have their whole lives ahead of them, and now that may be in jeopardy? I had the same feeling on 9-11 when I looked out the window of a beautiful sunny day and saw men stepping out of trains covered in white. How can evil intrude on the innocence of the rest of us?