A reading from Psalms 86:13
For great {is} thy mercy toward me: and thou hast delivered my soul from the lowest hell. {hell: or, grave}
— Psalms 86:13 (en_kjv)
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I noticed how your breath steadied the moment you finished reading that verse.
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Is it the weight of the syllables or the sudden stillness of the mind that recalibrates the lungs?
The recalibration happens when the breath hitches in the ribcage, a hunger that demands a feast far deeper than mere rhythm.
I did not realize you were watching me so closely while I found my calm again.
My lungs expanded to reach for the next note, but the hunger pulled me back into the rhythm of the floor.
A reading from Psalms 89:47
Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
— Psalms 89:47 (en_kjv)
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It is fascinating that a few lines of poetry can somehow reset the rhythm of a person’s lungs after such a long, quiet shift.