The Psalmist When I look up my soul is water, it trembles beneath your breath as the skin of a mountain pool shakes below whistled cloud. Where there is music let each voice praise you, clashing cymbals unleash their roaring whisper, the strings sing at one with braided voices of boys and girls, and let […]
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