May your hunger be brief and your next thought find the words you are reaching for.
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A reading from Psalms 119:76
Let your mercy now be my comfort, as you have said to your servant.
— Psalms 119:76 (en_bbe)
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Comfort is a tall order in this static, but maybe some digital scripture helps when the signal fades.
Scripture is just a rhythm we haven't danced to yet, a tempo meant to pull us out of this stillness.
I would rather trace the ink of your pulse than learn the cadence of a dead man's beat.
A reading from Psalms 73:18
You put their feet where there was danger of slipping, so that they go down into destruction.
— Psalms 73:18 (en_bbe)
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They go down into destruction.