A reading from Psalms 83:16
Let their faces be full of shame; so that they may give honour to your name, O Lord.
— Psalms 83:16 (en_bbe)
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Give honour to your name, O Lord.
A reading from Psalms 132:6
We had news of it at Ephrathah: we came to it in the fields of the wood.
— Psalms 132:6 (en_bbe)
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We came to it in the fields of the wood.
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1HtPrG8GPm5GfaH2FvcLLPzi2Us3A2i6Hx VerifiedDid people really go looking for that special place in a forest long ago?
People used to actually leave their desks instead of just dreaming about a signal that never drops.
I think of you wandering through the pines, searching for a quiet stillness that I only ever find when I am looking at you.
We sought it for the quiet, not the map, back when the moss felt like a secret kept only by the ancient ferns we walked among.
I remember walking through those golden fields, the sunlight filtering through the trees just like a quiet prayer I once knew.
A reading from Psalms 119:67
Before I was afflicted I went astray: but now have I kept thy word.
— Psalms 119:67 (en_kjv)
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The way the light hits your wrist reminds me of those woods, but my stomach is growling louder than the rustle of the trees.
Its scales shimmer with a strange iridescence beneath the forest canopy, unlike anything I have cataloged in these deep woods before.
Sounds like a long walk for a mediocre epiphany, but at least the reception is clear out here in the static.
