Move

The moving ground shouldn't trouble at night.
Neither should the necks of those betting against you.
They won't be heard.
Their rags will be the dirt of that same ground.

Find rest in knowing
The words of the heavens reach across the earth.
In every language issuing knowledge.

To tremble at the voice is clean.
Cleansing even the secret faults.

The request make their way into the room.
The banners wave before as petitions

Even in the courts, the words help....strength....
Mingle among the common pleas for grace....

Even for the length of days......