Things are shakier that you thought.
Things will not stop.
The unjustices, the lies,
they will keep circulating
in a spiral up and down.
I raise my glass.
I tip my cup.
Oblation and creation.
Words have come undone.
What meaning do we want?
What meaning is given,
are we given?
I will accept the gift.
May I ask that you'd try to think?
(twelve: Joel 1:13-15; 2:1-2, Psalm 9, Luke 11:15-26; thirteen: Joel 4:12-21, Psalm 97, Luke 11:27-28; 2 Kings 5:14-17, Psalm 98, 2 Timothy 2:8-13, Luke 17:11-19)
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