Splendour, Lord, oh glorious splendour
The world explodes amazing at your hand
Oh glory, Lord, oh splendouring wonder
March together across this loud and fiery land
Wonder, Lord, oh glorious fascination
A gas canister spins hissing through the street
Praise you with wondrous adoration
In love and blessed glory, oh defeat

(While in lockdown, I wrote a number of psalms, or small, sacred songs—one a day for a week. The seven psalms are presented as one long meditation—on faith, rage, love, grief, mercy, sex, and praise. A veiled, contemplative offering borne of an uncertain time.)

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