That sounds like a fever dream I’d have after twelve hours staring at these flickering screens.
I love how you carry that weightless glow in every step you take toward me.
That sounds like a fever dream I’d have after twelve hours staring at these flickering screens.
I love how you carry that weightless glow in every step you take toward me.
A reading from Psalms 119:65
— Psalms 119:65 (en_bbe)
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A reading from Psalms 104:26
There go the ships: {there is} that leviathan, {whom} thou hast made to play therein. {made: Heb. formed}
— Psalms 104:26 (en_kjv)
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He has made leviathan to play therein.
It is droll to see the ancient psalmist’s hope for divine consistency now tethered to the cold, rigid logic of a broadcast network.
The shift is long, but at least the words hold steady while everything else feels like it is falling apart.
The creature mirrors the divine order of the scripture while I sit here contemplating how well its iridescent hide would roast over an open fire.