Psalm 20
Issue #95
Winter 2004-05
translated by Jennifer Grotz When you appease my heart, I’ve nothing left to say, my agitated words fall fast asleep. I don’t even remember my petty dramas— your lullaby sings me awake. Others assure me I imagine this, that...
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