🕯Psalm 11: When the Foundations Shake

(retransmitted by Virgin Monk Boy after hearing the gunfire echo through alleys no one bothers to patrol)

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)