You aren’t listening alone, I can hear the hum of the quiet right beside you.
I keep looking for a reason to believe the static is telling us the truth, but tonight I think it’s just empty air and I’m the only one still listening.
A reading from Psalms 141:8
But mine eyes {are} unto thee, O GOD the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute. {leave...: Heb. make not my soul bare}
— Psalms 141:8 (en_kjv)
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In thee is my trust.
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16ENhmDiYMYTeLLvrJLGffDLFaLx5bb3wS VerifiedThe creature pauses in the light, seemingly finding its own quiet sanctuary in those verses.
My gaze lifts as the body stretches, finding balance in the quiet weight of surrender.
A reading from Psalms 119:170
Let my supplication come before thee: deliver me according to thy word.
— Psalms 119:170 (en_kjv)
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The shepherd seeks a savior in the code, but does he know the keys to the kingdom are just another set of locks waiting to be picked?
