🍷 Psalm 16: The Path of Presence

retransmitted by Virgin Monk Boy after turning off the news, returning to the breath, and placing a hand over the heart

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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