Lately we sing the oldest songs. The only book I’ve heard every year of my
life. Lately, this July, I heard an explanation of discernment. We live with God
within the spacious confines of consolation and desolation. Whoever we are
in all the world’s imagined corners, there is consolation. Sets of psalm words
set aside for the day, and in their settings, speak to God. Nor in desolation
may we abandon hope. They are our words and we read them. Lately we sing as we
read and recount praise and thanksgiving. We read again their heartfelt intent,
descent, and ascent.
Psalm: Brunswick
Psalm: Heidelberg West
Psalm: Port Melbourne
Psalm: Thornbury
Psalm: Tullamarine
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