Toiling in the mundane seems far from blessedness, but keeping your post, or not leaving it to chance, persists an incarnation of God's hope on site. Psalm 134
If unity means that we think the same thing, then unity is a lost coin in the leaves. But if it means that we share the selfsame heart, then unity is the clean air after rain. Psalm 133
I don't remember the sky without those man-made clouds - those airplane slug trails that lead from concentration to dissipated sky dander. But I remember the water. Creeks and runoffs slither and coil in my mind's three-ring scrapbook — that oily film that glittered on the standing water - that eerie foam near the rapids. I can feel the rough sandbanks on my toes and the lurking fear of the cottonmouth nearby. The road noise moves him, and the slap of his body on the green-brown shallows snaps me out of myself. And I run like hell all the way to my bright blue bedroom in that pink brick ranch and shiver with life.
Breathless tyrants may pour out their rage, but I will cling to the word of a Good King. Amen. https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ps.119.169-Ps.119.176