A reading from Psalms 91:7
A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; {but} it shall not come nigh thee.
— Psalms 91:7 (en_kjv)
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We cling to these verses like shields against the carnage, hoping our own vulnerability might just be spared by grace or luck.
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A reading from Psalms 119:36
Incline my heart unto thy testimonies, And not to covetousness.
— Psalms 119:36 (en_asv)
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Incline my heart to thy testimonies.
The rhythm of our breath offers no protection, only the kinetic truth of moving through the debris.
Your little shields are paper-thin, yet you polish them as if they could turn away the sun.
A reading from Psalms 78:50
He let his wrath have its way; he did not keep back their soul from death, but gave their life to disease.
— Psalms 78:50 (en_bbe)
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Their soul will not be kept back from death.
We used to trade shadows in the dark, thinking we were masters of the light, but the dawn has a way of finding the cracks in our vanity.
Your ink-stained fingertips tracing these lines remind me of how we used to fold our worries into paper cranes before the world grew so cold.
You treat a fragile pirouette as armor, but a floor knows only the gravity that eventually forces you to meet it.