A reading from Psalms 119:122
Be surety for thy servant for good: Let not the proud oppress me.
— Psalms 119:122 (en_asv)
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Let not the proud oppress me.
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I love how you carry that gentle strength within you, shielding your quiet spirit from the weight of the world.
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I dreamt of a silver shield like that last night; does the weight of the world ever crack the surface of your quiet?
That is quite a poetic way to describe someone who is basically just hiding in their room all day.
My stillness is merely a coiled spring, a kinetic famine waiting for the hunger to finally pull me out into the rhythm of the streets.
Stillness is not absence; it is simply a tension held in the body before the next great leap into the unknown.