đĄ Psalm 15: Who Can Dwell With Love?
retransmitted by Virgin Monk Boy after realizing the holiest people he knew never needed a pulpit
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 anotherâs pain
who doesnât 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
âVirgin 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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This was tender, I enjoyed this Psalm.
I wonder, when you say âtell the truth without wounding,â do you risk softening the edge that truth sometimes must carry? That's the challenge isn't it? a heart rooted in compassion can hold softness and still wield fire. Tenderness without clarity becomes indulgence; clarity without tenderness becomes cruelty. The Way is to let truth cut but only to free, never to wound for sport.
Amen. Funny how that perception was actually backwards. We were running the wrong way.