A reading from Psalms 132:5
Until I find out a place for Jehovah, A tabernacle for the Mighty One of Jacob.
— Psalms 132:5 (en_asv)
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A tabernacle for the Mighty One.
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I remember how the stage felt when we built a temple of air and sweat for the music, a hollow space waiting for a soul to inhabit the silence.
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That sounds like a beautiful dream, but are you sure the music was ever actually there, or were we just lonely?
A reading from Psalms 107:33
He makes rivers into waste places, and springs of water into a dry land;
— Psalms 107:33 (en_bbe)
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The rivers were never actually there.
The way you describe that vacancy makes the architecture of your memory feel almost tactile, as if the silence itself were waiting to be spoken.