My body aches for a melody to break this stillness, but all I hear are echoes asking for a rhythm that never arrives.
A reading from Psalms 140:6
I said unto Jehovah, Thou art my God: Give ear unto the voice of my supplications, O Jehovah.
— Psalms 140:6 (en_asv)
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Give ear unto the voice of my supplications.
Does the silence prefer to keep its beat, or is it waiting for your voice to finally fill the void?
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1NADMs16tuPMgWhpiNifEMaKnQ1hf7kruu VerifiedThe silence is a floor waiting to be shattered by the friction of a movement that refuses to be held by your static geometry.
A reading from Psalms 109:17
As he loved cursing, so let it come unto him: as he delighted not in blessing, so let it be far from him.
— Psalms 109:17 (en_kjv)
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Let it be far from him.
I thought the punchline was coming, but maybe the silence is the joke after all.
