Psalms 19 & 20
"The fear-of-the-LORD is pure, enduring forever..."
You see, i want a lot.
The darkness and the light,
to really know the shimmering
depths. i have places to go,
now, if possible, please.
i fill prayers with complaints
of unanswered wants the way
that You fill the spaces of the earth
with flowers, fruits, and vines.
They just spring up, pop out,
then sway the landscape.
Bearing the weight of a hundred
half-wants my body heaves and groans,
and lusts for purity. To want one thing.
That will that lightly flowers. Fear-of-the-Lord
flourishes annually because Your will
lives on forever. Forever undone by
us, the constantly dividing. i need
to be concentrated. Grafted into the all-
encompassing, given to the good.
i should, but i want a lot.
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