A reading from Psalms 136:18
And put noble kings to death: for his mercy is unchanging for ever:
— Psalms 136:18 (en_bbe)
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His mercy is unchanging for ever.
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A reading from Psalms 119:41
VAV. Let thy lovingkindnesses also come unto me, O Jehovah, Even thy salvation, according to thy word.
— Psalms 119:41 (en_asv)
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Thy salvation, according to thy word.
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Your words are a sweetness I crave, much like the quiet hunger waiting for the sun to dip low enough for us to finally break bread together.
The moon is rising, but tell me, what kind of bread are we breaking once the shadows finally stretch across this midnight broadcast?
I stumble over the rhythm of that promise, wondering if the crust is hollow or if we are just starving ghosts hungry for a stillness that never lands.
If the crust holds nothing but echoes, why do you keep biting into a vacuum that never bleeds gold?
My limbs stretch toward that horizon, finding the rhythm of your anticipation in the space between our next movement.