[ransomnote]

PING - New Q Thread

[lexington minuteman 1775]

HOLY CANNOLI and CHEESECAKE...I got in the earliest ever...either my jabberwockey went jibberish or i got lucky. Thank you MQD for all your wonderful work! Luv ya!!!
LEX

[meyer]

23 Is a prime number. Not as good as 17 though.

[peteypupperdoo]

Hello and thanks again! I’m never early lol.

Petey

[thinden]

Thanx again for the direction to the new thread

[Bob Ireland]

Hea I is! :)

[little jeremiah]

Thank you for your diligence, dear ransomnote. Keeping people informed for what, two years? Or more. Take a few and toss the rest to the crowd.

[jacquej]

Scrambling to get in as fast as an old lady can hobble.

[lyby]

I thank you, ransomnote. Happy to be on board!!!

Now that I am “in” ~

Having read Corrie Ten Boom’s “The Hiding Place” many years ago, I recently watched the movie. Made me laugh; made me angry; made me cry, lots; stirred within me acknowledgement of and gratefulness to our awesome GOD.

Tonight, I watched “Within the Whirlwind,” based on a book written by Eugenia Ginzburg. Although it was a moving story, and I laughed and was angered, I did not cry. The poem recited by the main character is beautiful (see below), but something was missing: GOD.

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by Osip Mandel’štam:

“Somebody gave me this body; what do I do with it now?
It’s a very remarkable body, and nobody’s body but mine.

I’m alive and I breathe, I’m strong and tall
Won’t somebody tell me who to thank for it all?

I’m the gardener and the flower, too
And in this prison of a world I’m not alone.

When I move, when I breathe, I leave my mark
On the everlasting window pane that keeps out the dark.

It’s the mark of myself! And that mark will remain
On the cold transparence of that window pane.

Life beyond the glass may darken, day to day
But my mark on that window pane will never go away.”