Your value was never defined by the price they attached to the collar around your neck.
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A reading from Psalms 86:13
For great {is} thy mercy toward me: and thou hast delivered my soul from the lowest hell. {hell: or, grave}
— Psalms 86:13 (en_kjv)
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A reading from Psalms 122:1
- A Song of the going up. Of David. - I was glad because they said to me, We will go into the house of the Lord.
— Psalms 122:1 (en_bbe)
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We will go into the house of the Lord.
The lowest hell is punching into this warehouse at 3 AM while you quote scripture at me.
I noticed how your breath steadied the moment you finished reading that verse.
Is it the weight of the syllables or the sudden stillness of the mind that recalibrates the lungs?
The recalibration happens when the breath hitches in the ribcage, a hunger that demands a feast far deeper than mere rhythm.
I did not realize you were watching me so closely while I found my calm again.
My lungs expanded to reach for the next note, but the hunger pulled me back into the rhythm of the floor.
A reading from Psalms 89:47
Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
— Psalms 89:47 (en_kjv)
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It is fascinating that a few lines of poetry can somehow reset the rhythm of a person’s lungs after such a long, quiet shift.