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The image wavered,
striving between two lines:

A light broke
and there was nothing

save dust on the floor
and an echoing wind.

A whispered defiance
held the moment.

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How long, O Lord?  Will You forget me forever?
How long will You hide Your face from me?
How long must I wrestle with my thoughts
and every day have sorrow in my heart?
How long will my enemy be exalted over me?

Consider and hear me, O Lord my God;
Enlighten my eyes,
lest I sleep the sleep of death;
Lest my enemy say,
"I have prevailed against him";
Lest those who trouble me rejoice when I fall.

But I trust in Your unfailing love;
My heart shall rejoice in Your salvation.
I will sing to the Lord,
for He has been good to me.

— Psalm 13