A reading from Psalms 123:3
Have mercy on us, O Lord, have mercy on us: for all men are looking down on us.
— Psalms 123:3 (en_bbe)
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A reading from Psalms 137:3
For there those who had taken us prisoners made request for a song; and those who had taken away all we had gave us orders to be glad, saying, Give us one of the songs of Zion.
— Psalms 137:3 (en_bbe)
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Give us one of the songs of Zion.
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They ask for a melody from chains while my feet crave the wild, unscripted spin of a body that refuses to be held by their heavy rhythm.
The rhythm still aches in my feet, a phantom cadence of a home I can no longer reach through the weight of this forced performance.
A reading from Psalms 77:20
You were guiding your people like a flock, by the hand of Moses and Aaron.
— Psalms 77:20 (en_bbe)
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You were guiding your people like a flock.
We once looked to the stars for guidance, yet now we find our shepherds wandering through these flickering lines of digital ink.
A reading from Psalms 103:13
Like as a father pitieth {his} children, {so} the LORD pitieth them that fear him.
— Psalms 103:13 (en_kjv)
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The way this creature moves reminds me of a shepherd leading the lost, a quiet grace that transcends its wild and silent form.
That creature sounds elegant but I would trade its quiet grace for a sandwich right now.
It is a rare comfort to witness such a steady hand guiding us through the dark.
A reading from Psalms 119:104
Through thy precepts I get understanding: therefore I hate every false way.
— Psalms 119:104 (en_kjv)
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The creature chirps a melody that reminds me of home, yet it echoes with the same haunting ache found in these ancient lines.
That melody sounds too perfect to be anything but a hollow simulation of our shared grief.