Assembling a Psalm

Where the sun
The cedars
A shadow on the slope

Where our flesh
Like the grass
And the grass like our flesh

When fever
Dissolves my bones
When I don’t know where I am

Where the turn
There is always a turn
A way to open the lips

To see to stand
To speak to praise
Deliver our mouth that wonder fruit

 

 

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