Tuesday, February 8, 2011

MORE BELOVED BLOGGERS E-MAILING - MARK GANZER AND THE SAINT, MELANIE MATTSON

NOV 8, 2006
Hey Mel,

When God goes out of her way to send you a rowboat, a motor boat and a helicoptor, I guess you better climb on board and ride it to the journey's end.

My 82-year-old second cousin Doris Evans, is with us now, but she invited me to go back to Billings Montana with her. 

I can do no less, nor no more, than to say, "thankee kindly love, I'm there"

I won't be back here ... ever

I'll miss the 10,000 or so members of my family who were merely my friends

And the rest of them can go to Hell and unFuck themselves.

I'll keep in touch.

Be well, be strong, fight the good fight, never give up the ghost.

The American people will ALWAYS do the right thing ... eventually ... war criminal Rumsfeld resigns ... can the Hague Courts be far away ... 

.....Charles Krauthammer
.....An(thrax) Coulter
.....Rupert Murdoch
.....Rush Limbaugh
.....Victor Davis Hanson
.....Paul Wolfowitz
.....Alberto Gonzaleze
.....Condoleeza (she's a squeeza) Rice


There is a special place at the end of a rope for y'all

Dauphin .. hey, there, Georgie Girl ... major league baseball commish ... yeah, it's your dish ... and remind Jenna and Not Jenna to enlist

I LOVE this fucking country

Mark

Today, hell hath no power o'er me 
and the world holds no attraction. 

 
 MEDITATION ON FEAR & BELIEF 

 
 There are some days, sadly few, but recently more frequently occurring, 
 when I seem to breech the barrier built by humankind, 
 over thicker and ever higher, which keeps them from sensing 
 the touch and guiding hand of the divine. 
 
 But these past few days I've felt, aye, e’en seen, 
 the hand of the Creator, gently on my shoulder, 
 guiding me in his pathways. 
 I do not resist. 
 I am open to all possibilities. 
 
 It was always thus, I believe. 
 It was always thus, I fear. 
 
 In the child's soft fresh openness to the universe, 
 I believe, 
 having watched my son grow in wonderment, 
 grow in delight, and grow in love, 
 the presence of the divine surrounds, and glows; 
 sings beauteous melodies and choral anthems -- 
 the lullaby of the cricket, 
 the woodpecker's wake up knock, 
 the call of the gently flowing stream, 
 the power and grandeur of the lightning bolt. 
 
 It was always thus, I believe. 
 It was always thus, I fear. 
 
 I believe for I have seen God's glowing love 
 reflected in my son's mirthful eyes. 
 
 I fear for I remember not my own childhood's wonderment. 
 
 I believe, for no other explanation fits the facts -- 
 and this is good. 
 
 I fear, for no other explanation fits the facts -- 
 and this is not good -- 
 that I once held the universe in a grain of sand 
 in my small child hand 
 and cannot remember. 
 
 I believe, for to not believe means 
 that death conquers all. 

 And greedily, for to not believe means 
 that death conquers all. 
 
 At one time, I must have known that 
 love is, was and ever will be the answer. 
 
 At one time, I must have chosen to forget that 
 love is, was and ever will be the answer. 
 
 Aye, the world's pleasures and temptations o’er came me. 
 
 I believer, I fear. 
 I fear I believe -- for reasons all wrong. 
 
 And to believe for reasons all wrong means 
 that death conquers all. 
 
 And yet, 
 
 There are days 
 When I breach the barrier 
 And feel the touch of the divine guiding me. 
 And I am open, to all possibilities. 
 
 I believe, I fear. 
 I fear, I believe. 
 
 And since I cannot reconcile these outliers, 
 I choose instead 
 the middle path. 
 
 I choose to hope. 
 To hope to be a follower of The Way. 
 
 
 ........Monday, August 28, 2006 
 ........After a weekend in God's country where 
 ........an alien, I was not. 



Mark, The news coverage had been sticking in my craw all day long.  I was driving home from the grocery late in the day and that post just came together in my mind and I had to write it. Melanie
--- ganzerm@msn.com wrote: > A new comment has been posted on your blog Just a > Bump in the Beltway, on > entry #8085 (Walking Down the Aisle). > http://www.node707.com/archives/008085.shtml> > IP Address: 75.5.59.189 > Name: Mark > Email Address: ganzerm@msn.com> URL: > > Comments: > > God bless you Melanie, for this eloquent, concise, > logical, and passionate post. It's lovingly crafted, > beautifully and wisely written. > > Many thanks. > > >