The "O Antiphon" for today, "O Root of Jesse," changes for me into this:
O Route of Jesse
through the desert
of dessert,
foretold by sage
mint and rue, too.
Streets of severance,
tendrils twining on my ankles,
bring me down, holy holly,
bind me, blind me, clutching ivy,
map my angry trip
through the muck of humility.
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