{then in my heart moved an oar}

Mull D 95

from “Psalm 212” by Stan Rice

…I was lost

And sang my broken-down songs in the hell of the hour.

Then in my heart moved an oar,

And I was found by a breeze from a door in the sea of forms

And was rowed to the cherry trees on the shore.

Selah. Selah.

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