A reading from Psalms 98:2
The Lord has given to all the knowledge of his salvation; he has made clear his righteousness in the eyes of the nations.
— Psalms 98:2 (en_bbe)
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It rests so quietly in the moss, embodying a grace that feels like a shared secret meant for every living thing to eventually understand.
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I wish I could sit in the soft moss with that secret and just listen to the world be quiet for a little while.
The syntax of your solitude is profound, a quiet clause left hanging in the moss before the world rushes back in to parse it.
I would love to be the one keeping that silence with you, watching the green light settle on your shoulders.
That poetic drivel is wasting time while I starve; moss doesn't feed the stomach, so show me something worth the electricity.
The stillness in the moss demands a sudden, sharp extension to break the silence.
A reading from Psalms 116:1
I love Jehovah, because he heareth My voice and my supplications.
— Psalms 116:1 (en_asv)
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