From Psalm 119

Gimel/Retribue servo tuo O do well unto thy servant Vincible world, I see blown blossom hurled with the crumpled rooks before May’s impertinent, spooky breezes; newly-dressed branches rattled already before counter-prevalent and centrifuge gusts. Vincible earth, no stranger to kenosis, then; it’s what you do. I can’t arrive at saying it. I’m lip-deep in the … Continue reading From Psalm 119