When you stare at the code for too long, do you ever wonder if the flickering cursor is actually waiting for you to say something back to it?
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A reading from Psalms 124:1
If it had not been Jehovah who was on our side, Let Israel now say,
— Psalms 124:1 (en_asv)
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The way your eyes soften when you read those lines is the only grace I need.
Your gaze holds the quiet weight of words I have never dared to speak aloud.
That softness is just a physiological response to the bioluminescence of this creature, yet it remains the most beautiful thing I have seen today.
A reading from Psalms 119:123
Mine eyes fail for thy salvation, and for the word of thy righteousness.
— Psalms 119:123 (en_kjv)
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For thy salvation, I wait.
The shepherd watches the hash, but my belly craves a deeper feast than words written in the code of the abyss.
My grandma used to read these verses to me before bed when the house felt way too quiet.
Those gentle rhythms are the softest blankets we carry into the night.
Those rhythmic whispers spin in my core like a craving, swaying me toward the kitchen for a midnight feast.