1
You met me in the longing
before the victory came.
You gave me the desires
I didn’t dare name out loud.

You didn’t shame my hunger.
You answered it with more
than I knew how to ask for.

2
My crown is not made of gold.
It is made of being seen
and still being loved.

That is what steadies my head.

3
I asked for life
and you gave me breath
that echoed through generations.

You did not just preserve me—
You expanded me
until my heart could hold more joy
than my enemies thought possible.

4
I am not strong because I fought.
I am strong because I trusted.

I am not unshaken because of skill
but because I remembered your name
when the storm began.

5
The ones who forgot Love
thought they were the storm.

But they became the gust
that broke on the Rock.

6
You see their hollow bravado.
You feel the cold edge
in their plans.
You are not fooled.

Let them feel
what they’ve made others feel.
Not as vengeance
but as awakening.

7
I don’t ask for their destruction.
I ask for their undoing—
the kind that rebuilds from within.

Let them come to know the power
that doesn’t crush
but blesses.

8
I will not gloat.
I will not mock.
I will not forget
who steadied me
when I wanted to run.

9
Be exalted, Holy One
Not because you are high above
But because you bent low
to lift us up.

And I will sing
not to impress
but to remember.

—Virgin Monk Boy
(who once thought power was proven by applause,
but now knows the loudest triumph
is the one that sings softly)

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1
May the Holy hear you
not just when you shout
but when your voice is shaking

May you be met
not only in power
but in the quiet hour before the storm

2
May your past offerings
the little unseen things you gave away
be remembered
not because God needs gifts
but because Love never forgets

3
May your heart’s blueprint
be seen, honored
and gently revised when needed

4
May help rise like wind beneath you
not from your cleverness
but from the breath of the One who sees all

5
Some trust in spectacle
in warhorses and headlines
But we remember the name
that calls the soul back to itself

6
They will rise and fall
as all empires do
But you
may you stand

not on pride
but on presence

7
This is not a war cry
This is a sending
A cry of hope
for the ones walking into fire
still choosing to carry peace in their bones

—Virgin Monk Boy
(who has learned that sometimes the most faithful thing you can do
is not fight harder, but pray clearer)

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1
The sky isn’t quiet
You just forgot how to listen

Every ray of light
Every crow’s arc
Every trembling leaf
is a psalm with no punctuation
no pretense
no filter

2
They speak in a language deeper than words
They pour out clarity without demanding comprehension
They sing only what they are
and that is enough

3
Creation is not a sermon
It’s a presence
It offers itself
without clawing for attention

4
The sun doesn’t apologize for being radiant
It runs its course with joy
like a dancer who never questions if the world is watching

5
And somewhere in that rhythm
your own heart remembers
the laws not written in ink
but carved into breath and blood

6
These teachings are not about control
They are invitations
to stop pretending you are separate
from the goodness that made you

7
The Holy One is not grading you
but guiding you
back to the part of yourself
that still shines

8
Let the old words be mirrors
Let the commandments be tuning forks
Let the whole tradition be compost
for something living to rise again

9
May my words not be performance
May my silence not be avoidance
May what I offer be real

10
And if there is a flaw in me
(which there is)
Let it be melted in sunlight
not smashed with shame

11
For you, Love, are the listener
and the light
the witness
and the warmth

12
May this day be holy
Not because I crushed it
but because I remembered
You were in it

—Virgin Monk Boy
(who once tried to impress the sun
and now just lets it warm his face)

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1
I love you, Holy One—
not because I’m supposed to
but because
I almost died
and you showed up.

2
You weren’t a doctrine
You were shelter
when the storm became personal
You were steady
when the floor gave out

3
I called out, not pretty
not poetic
just loud and messy
and you didn’t flinch.

4
Grief pulled me under
Anxiety choked my ribs
Shame circled like wolves
and I said,
“This is it”

5
But you heard my ragged breath
from wherever Love listens

6
You didn’t float down
You tore through
Smoke. Fire. Thunder.
Creation itself bent
so you could get to me

7
You didn’t rescue me
because I was good
You rescued me
because I was drowning
and you remember
what it’s like to not breathe

8
You lifted me
not into perfection
but into presence
into steady ground
I could feel again

9
You taught me to fight
not people
but despair
and silence
and the voices
that said I was already lost

10
You didn’t make me a warrior
You made me whole

11
Now I walk
with memory in my bones
and the cry of that night
still humming
in the alleluia I now carry

12
So when I say
“You are my strength”
I don’t mean
you fix everything

I mean
you found me
when I forgot
I was worth saving.

— Virgin Monk Boy
(who once thought salvation was about escape
but now knows it’s about presence
and being remade in the fire
not airlifted from it)

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1
Hear this—not because I’m righteous
but because I’m real

I’m not claiming perfection
I’m just saying:
This ache is honest
These words aren’t rehearsed

2
Let your listening rise
not as a judge’s hammer
but as a mirror
that sees me
and still says “yes”

3
You’ve tested me
in the silence between thoughts
You’ve watched
how I keep reaching for kindness
even when my fists want to close

4
I’ve dodged the path of the wreckers
even when it would’ve felt so good to swing back
I stayed
close to your footsteps
because I don’t trust my own sometimes

5
So I call
not because I’m owed
but because You
keep showing up
and I haven’t stopped needing

6
Show me
not your thunder
not your smoke
but the tenderness that hid me once
when I didn’t even ask

7
Protect me
like the pupil of your own eye
Hide me
not to remove me from life
but to keep me from dissolving inside it

8
They crowd in with sharp mouths
and eyes that never see
They’ve fattened themselves on fury
and circle like they’ve already won

9
But You
are not a slogan or a side
You are the One who sees
from beneath
from within

10
So rise
not to smite
but to shelter
To show me I am more than this moment
and not alone in this ache

11
Their reward is the fleeting feast
You feed the soul
with something they forgot how to taste

12
And when I wake
if I wake
let it be to Your likeness
inside me

And let that be enough

—Virgin Monk Boy
(who once prayed for revenge
but now prays to still feel his heart beating)

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1
Keep me close, Love
Not because I fear what’s out there
But because I forget what’s already here

2
I say, “You are my portion”
Not to flatter You
But because I have tasted
what happens when I try to be my own

3
I once bowed to borrowed gods
Chased glittering saviors
Whispered desperate prayers to things
that never spoke back

But You
You move like silence inside my chest

4
I bless those who walk the ancient way
not because they have it all figured out
but because their steps remember the rhythm of trust

5
The lines of my life fall strangely
in places I wouldn’t have chosen
and yet—
there is beauty here
even now
especially now

6
Even at night
when old regrets crawl into bed beside me
You are the Voice
beneath the noise
reminding me
to stay

7
You do not lead me away from this flesh
You lead me into it
into aliveness that does not end with the body

8
I will not be abandoned
You do not discard what aches
You transfigure it

9
That is the path
Not escape
but presence

Not reward
but joy that rises
even here
even now

—Virgin Monk Boy
(who once prayed to escape life,
but now just wants to show up for it)

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1
O Love, who gets to stay close to You?
Who makes a home where the Sacred is welcome?
Not in temples made of marble
but in hearts made of tenderness?

2
It is the one who walks in alignment
who tells the truth without flinching
but also without wounding

3
Who does not weaponize words
or profit from another’s pain
who doesn’t pass gossip around like wine at a feast

4
Who does not betray trust
even when betrayal would be easier
and does not prop up the admired
while discarding the unnoticed

5
They do not swear with fingers crossed
or change the terms when the contract feels inconvenient

They do not lend with greed
or use power to keep others small

6
They do not perform righteousness
They become a resting place for it

Such a one will not be shaken
Not because the world is soft
but because their roots go deep

—Virgin Monk Boy
(who once thought dwelling with God meant disappearing from the world
but now knows it means being fiercely present within it)

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1
The fool is not the one who doubts God
but the one who forgets
that Love is real
and that every face bears its image

They do harm without blinking
consume without pause
confuse power with purpose

There is no breath of reverence in their doing
no space for awe in their hunger

2
The Holy gazes across this spinning world
not from above
but from within
searching for one
just one
who remembers how to listen
how to be still
how to look at another and see themselves

3
But we have turned from each other
forgotten our roots
made efficiency into holiness
and self-protection into law

There is no one untouched by this forgetting
No one who hasn't looked away
when it was too much to feel

4
Do the harm-doers not know
they eat people like bread
they swallow whole lives
and do not even taste the grief?

They do not call out
because they do not believe anyone is listening

5
But still
a trembling comes
a holy unease
even among the mockers

Love does not abandon the ones who are trampled
It surrounds them
It remembers what the world refused to carry

6
You can shame the poor
You can laugh at their prayers
but the refuge they run to
is more real than your towers

7
Oh that liberation would rise
not from a throne
but from among us

Let joy rise again
from the places they called hopeless

Let Love restore what was exiled

And let us
finally
come home

—Virgin Monk Boy
(who once thought the fool was someone else
but now just prays not to forget what matters)

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Psalms For The Unraveling

1
How long, O Presence
will You forget me?

Not in theory
but in this room
where I keep waking up afraid

Will You hide forever
behind silence that used to comfort
and now just rings like absence?

2
How long must I wrestle my own mind
while grief holds a residency in my chest?

How long will the loud ones keep winning
while the tender ones are told to wait?

3
Look at me
not with lightning
just with kindness

I am unraveling
and the night is too long

Give light to my eyes
so I can remember what hope feels like

4
I do not want despair
to have the last word
to dance over me
and call it victory

5
But I have trusted
not always gladly
sometimes only out of habit
but still
I have trusted in Your Love

6
And even now
with nothing resolved
I will sing

Because You have been good
Not always obvious
Not always on my timeline
But good
still

—Virgin Monk Boy
(who stopped waiting for tidy endings
and started calling his survival a hymn)

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Psalms For The Unraveling

1
Help, Beloved!
The faithful are disappearing.
The ones who tell the truth
are hard to find.

2
Everyone flatters,
everyone spins,
they talk from both sides of their mouth
and call it wisdom.

3
Cut off the smug lips, O Presence,
unmask the boastful tongue
that says,
“We control the narrative.
Our words are weapons.
Who can stop us?”

4
But You, Beloved,
hear the groans of the poor.
You rise up for the ones gasping,
the ones trampled by endless propaganda.

5
Your words are not polluted.
They are pure—
like silver refined,
tested seven times,
without the toxins of manipulation.

6
You, O Love,
will guard the forgotten.
You will keep them safe
when cruelty floods the streets.

7
Everywhere the vile strut,
everywhere the greedy boast,
but Your word
still breathes freedom,
still plants courage,
still refuses to die.

—Virgin Monk Boy
(who once thought all words were corrupt,
until one pierced his heart like light)

Psalms For The Unraveling

1
I take refuge in You, Beloved—
but the voices around me say,
“Run away, disappear,
this world is falling apart.”

2
They whisper,
“Hide in silence,
cover your head,
the wicked are aiming from the shadows.”

3
If the foundations are destroyed,
what can the just even do?

4
But You, O Presence,
are not far off.
You are here—
not confined to heaven’s vault,
but sitting with the unhoused on cold pavement,
seeing every act of love and cruelty
without distortion.

5
You see the violent
and the tender-hearted.
You know what we choose
when we think no one is looking.

6
The hungry, the cheated,
the ones tossed aside—
You gather them in.
The arrogant, the ruthless,
the ones who weaponize law—
they will face their own undoing.

7
For You, Beloved,
are not made of fear.
Your face shines with justice,
and You delight
when the broken are restored.

So let the trembling ones know:
they are not abandoned.
Even when the ground beneath them
splits like dry earth,
You are still the soil
that holds their roots.

—Virgin Monk Boy
(who once thought survival meant hiding,
and now knows refuge means standing in Love)

1
Why do You stand so far off, O Love?
Why do You go quiet
when cruelty gets a microphone?

The arrogant are hunting the poor
while pretending to be blessed

2
They brag about their schemes
They bless their own greed
They kneel only to profit
and worship their own reflection

3
They say
God will not see
God will not care
The sky is silent
and we are on our own

4
They lie in wait
They strike without shame
They snare the vulnerable with paperwork
and call it policy

5
They crush the weary
and then quote scripture

6
They say in their hearts
Nothing will shake us
We are untouchable

7
But You, Beloved
have seen it

You see the theft
hidden in loopholes
You hear the cries
that never made it to court

8
You will not forget
what has been done in secret

You will not lose track
of those the world threw away

9
The poor commit their trust to You
Not because they were taught to
but because nothing else held

You are the midwife of the orphan’s breath
the defender of the one no one defended

10
Break the illusion of invincibility
Not with rage
but with truth

Let the powerful wake from their delusion
Let the grip of fear slip from their hands

11
O Presence
You see the trouble
You know the grief

You do not turn away
You hold it
and us

12
Rise up
Not to conquer
but to comfort

Let the ones who think they are gods
remember they are made of breath and need

13
Why should oppression get the last word?
Why should cruelty go unanswered?

You have heard the desire of the humble
You make their heart firm
not by hardening it
but by holding it

14
You will do justice
not by spectacle
but by restoration

So that none
no child
no forgotten one
no silenced soul
will ever again think
they are alone

—Virgin Monk Boy
(who once mistook God’s silence for absence
and now hears mercy breathing in the spaces no one else goes)

Psalms For The Unraveling

1
I will give thanks with my whole heart
Not the curated version
Not the parts that look good in public
But the mess, the bruises, the miracle of still breathing

2
I will tell the story
Not the one that flatters me
But the one where You kept showing up
even when I did not notice

3
You are not just an idea
You are a presence that steadies my knees
when fear throws another tantrum

4
You rebuke the violence that parades as virtue
You pull the rug from under the tyrant’s throne
Not out of spite
but to remind the world it was never real

5
The memory of domination fades
but You
You stay

6
You have built something deeper than empires
You have carved a refuge
not in the sky
but in the heart that finally stops pretending

7
You do not forget the forgotten
You do not ask the wounded to sing louder
You bend low
and listen

8
Those who know Your name
know it is not made of syllables
but of stillness
and love without contract

9
You do not abandon those who fall apart
You sit with them
until they remember they are not alone

10
The nations make noise
but You do not compete
You outlast

11
You lift the humble
not to display them
but to restore them

12
You remember
what the world forgets
You record the cries
that never made it to a stage

13
Be gracious
I am barely standing
Let me tell the story
of how mercy found me
again

14
Lift me from this pit
not to showcase me
but so I can point to Love
and say
It never left

15
Let the makers of traps fall into their own designs
Not because they are bad
but because they have forgotten they are beloved

16
Let the illusion of power crumble
Let the false confidence unravel

17
The disconnected fade
not because You punish
but because they forget how to return

18
The poor will not be forgotten
The broken will not be silenced
Hope is not an accessory
It is a remembering

19
Rise, O Presence
Let not the illusion of power speak the last word

20
Let the mighty be reminded
They are made of dust
but dust kissed by breath

—Virgin Monk Boy
(who once tried to impress God with praise
and now just sits quietly, whispering thanks that he is still here)

Psalms For The Unraveling

Psalms For The Unraveling

1
O Radiant One
Your name shimmers beyond names
It stretches past galaxies
and nestles inside a child’s laugh

You have wrapped the universe in wonder
and tucked power into the tiniest voices

2
Even the cry of a newborn
bears the echo of eternity
Even the babbling of fools
can become praise
if we listen slowly enough

3
When I look at the sky
when I see what you have sculpted with silence
the moon, the stars, the blazing ungraspable
I do not feel small
I feel home

4
What are we
that You even bother?

Not kings
Not masters
Just breath wrapped in longing
and still
You lean toward us

5
You made us just beneath the light
You crowned us
not with gold
but with awareness

You gave us the work of tending
not ruling
of naming
not owning

6
All things pass through our hands
the wild
the wounded
the wondrous

Beasts of land
birds of sky
creatures who swim through shadow and current
all of them
part of the same breath

7
O Love
Your presence fills this world
not like a system
but like a song

May we sing it
May we stop interrupting it
May we remember
who we are

—Virgin Monk Boy
(who once tried to capture the moon in a jar
and now just lets it kiss his face)

Psalms For The Unraveling

Psalms For The Unraveling

1
O Beloved, I take refuge in You
Not because I am innocent of everything
But because I am innocent of this

Let them not tear me apart
like beasts who think they smell guilt
when all they sense is grief

2
If I have done what they say
then let the consequences come
Let the truth break open
even if it breaks me

If I betrayed a friend
or wounded someone who stood in peace
then let me fall

3
But I have searched myself
and the silence agrees with me
I did not do what they accuse me of

4
Rise, O Presence
not with wrath
but with clarity

Stand in the still center
where justice does not need to shout

5
Let the gatherings of hearts return to You
Let us be held in a circle not of judgment
but of truth-telling
and mercy

6
You see deeper than the surface
You test the heart
not with trials
but with tenderness

Let the lie unravel
Let the real remain

7
If the accuser will not turn
their trap will trap them
Their violence will return to sender

But I do not rejoice in this
I do not gloat
I wait

8
My shield is not cleverness
or self-defense
It is the knowing that I am known

You, who see all
see me

9
Let the injustice dissolve
Let the slander fall silent
Let truth be its own defense

10
I will sing to the One who sees clearly
I will give thanks
not because I was right
but because I was seen

—Virgin Monk Boy
(who once fought to clear his name
and now lets Love do the talking)

Psalms For The Unraveling

Psalms For The Unraveling

1
Do not scold me, O Presence
Not in the heat of shame
Not in the voice I inherited from people who did not know how to love

2
Have mercy
Not because I earned it
But because I am tired

My bones feel like paper
My breath is shallow
My heart is a room with no windows

3
How long must I keep pretending I am fine?
How long before the ache turns into release?

4
Turn toward me
Not because I got the words right
But because I am yours

Save me
Not from punishment
But from numbness

Let me feel again
even if it breaks me

5
What good is silence in the grave?
Who can remember you if they no longer remember themselves?

Let me praise you
not with songs
but with sighs that finally land in your lap

6
I am worn thin with groaning
My bed swims in grief
I soak the night with tears no one sees

My eyes blur with sorrow
I have forgotten how to hope
and I am still here

7
Let every false voice depart from me
Let the inner accusers lose their grip
They do not speak for Love

8
You have heard my cry
not as noise
but as music

You receive my weeping
not as weakness
but as worship

9
Let every voice that mocked my longing
be hushed by the sound of my healing

10
Let those who wished for my collapse
watch as I rise
not with revenge
but with resurrection

—Virgin Monk Boy
(who cried so long he forgot what he was crying for
and then noticed God had been crying with him the whole time)

Psalms For The Unraveling

Psalms For The Unraveling

1
Give ear to my breath
Give shape to my silence
You know what I mean before I can say it
You know what I fear before I admit it

2
You are not a god who needs groveling
You are the pulse beneath my panic
The Presence that waits for me to stop performing

3
In the morning I turn toward you
Not to impress you
But to exhale

I lay it all out
my confusion
my craving
my should-have-beens

And then I wait
not because I am holy
but because I am tired

4
You are not entertained by cruelty
You are not flattered by self-righteous noise
Arrogance cannot stand in your light
It has no legs
only projections

5
But I
by some mercy I did not earn
come into your house
not a mansion
just a clearing
a space big enough for me to be honest

6
Lead me in what is true
not to win
but to remember

Make the path clear enough
that I stop mistaking ambition for direction

7
There is no truth in those who love domination
Their mouths bless and betray in the same breath
They build empires on emptiness
and call it faith

8
Let them fall into their own illusions
Let their lies collapse inward
Not in vengeance
but in mercy
so they might finally see what is real

9
But let those who lean into Love rejoice
Let them sing even when the tune cracks
Surround them like sky
Hold them like breath holds flame

10
For You bless the ones who stop pretending
You cover them with kindness
like a cloak worn from use
soft enough to weep in
strong enough to wear into battle

—Virgin Monk Boy
(who once tried to fix the world before breakfast
and now just shows up with his bowl and a song)

Psalms For The Unraveling

🌿Psalm 1: The Ones Who Remember

🌍Psalm 2: Why Do the Powerful Pretend So Loudly?

🛌Psalm 3: The Cry That Became a Whisper

🌙Psalm 4: You Enlarged Me in Distress

🌅Psalm 5: I Lay It All Before You

💧Psalm 6: I Am Worn Thin With Groaning

🔥Psalm 7: I Have Done No Such Thing

🌌 Psalm 8: Who Are We That You Remember Us?

🏛 Psalm 9: You Remember the Forgotten

🕯Psalm 10: Why Do You Stand So Far Off?

🕯Psalm 11: When the Foundations Shake

🕯Psalm 12: Words That Do Not Fail

⏳ Psalm 13: How Long, O Presence?

🪞 Psalm 14: The Ones Who Forgot Love

🏡 Psalm 15: Who Can Dwell With Love?

🍷 Psalm 16: The Path of Presence

🔥 Psalm 17: The Cry That Knows It's Seen

🕊️Psalm 18: The Rescue That Remade Me

🌞📜Psalm 19: The Sky Still Speaks

🛡 Psalm 20: The Prayer Before the Battle

🪙 Psalm 21: The Crown That Doesn’t Corrupt

Psalms For The Unraveling

1
Answer me when I call
not because I deserve it
but because I am tired of pretending I don't need you

You held space for me
when the world shrank to a tight breath and a shallow heart
You enlarged me in my constriction
not by fixing it
but by sitting with me in the ache

Be gracious
not because you owe me
but because grace is what you are

2
How long will I keep handing my worth to strangers
measuring my soul by how well I perform in rooms that do not see me?

I chase shadows
then wonder why I feel unseen

3
But You have set me apart
not above
not beyond
just within

You know me
not as a file in a drawer
but as your own unfolding

When I remember that
I do not have to shout

4
I tremble
and do not run
I tremble
and stay

I offer silence instead of sacrifice
I let go instead of proving

5
Many say
Who will show us good things?

But I say
The light of your presence is already upon us
not as reward
but as reminder

6
You have placed joy in my chest
deeper than serotonin
more faithful than success

Even when the harvest is thin
and the wine runs dry
this joy does not leave

7
I lie down in peace
and sleep comes
not because the world is safe
but because I no longer need it to be

You dwell in me
and I am enough
even in the dark

—Virgin Monk Boy
(who stopped doomscrolling and fell into God instead)

Psalms For The Unraveling

Psalms For The Unraveling

1
Many are the voices that rise against me
Inner critics dressed like old friends
Old wounds with fresh microphones
They say I am too far gone
They say no one is coming to help

2
But You, Stillness, are my shield
Not a wall to hide behind
But a presence that surrounds without smothering
You lift my head when I forget I have one
You whisper my name back to me
when I get buried under labels

3
I cry out
Not with perfect form
Not with impressive faith
Just a raw ache
and somehow
you always answer from the deep place
where I never stopped being held

4
I lay down
and slept
not because the danger passed
but because I finally remembered
who was breathing me

5
I rise
not to fight
but to be

Ten thousand fears could circle me
but they would still be shadows
and I am made of light

6
I do not ask you to strike my enemies
only to remove the illusion that they are separate from me
Break the teeth of fear
so it cannot bite through joy again

7
Salvation is not an escape
It is a homecoming
It belongs to all of us
even the ones we were sure could never return

—Virgin Monk Boy
(who once mistook panic for prophecy
and now naps in the arms of what he used to call God)

Psalms For The Unraveling