Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Give thanks to the Lord for he is good,
for his love has no end.
The Lord is my strength and my song;
he was my saviour.
There are shouts of joy and victory
in the tents of the just.
Psalm 117
are bleeding
into the star-fire
just opening
like a love letter
over the laps
of morning;
shimmering every living thing
becoming
a song
through which
beauty sings
the serenade
of God.
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