A Psalm: An Ode to Walking & Becoming
I – The Cry of the Little One
You have called me Little One.
You have made known your presence—
many a time, and yet,
I speak to You now with a weight
too deep for words—no,
for my very being.
Why now?
Why not then?
II – The Invitation to Unburden
You say: “Make way. Lay bare.”
All fears,
doubts,
anxieties,
unmet desires.
Leave them with You.
Retain nothing that imperils the soul—
that was never meant for me to bear.
But why now?
I have called out before.
III – The Seduction of Despair
Despair’s voice persists.
It offers a trade:
a compromise of integrity
for temporal gain.
It whispers:
Consent to this bargain,
and certainty shall be yours.
But is such certainty freedom?
Do I even know what I want?
Can I name my desire
without mimicking
the world’s hollow norms?
IV – The Accusation Against You
Despair accuses:
You are against me.
You reject me.
I need only examine my unmet longing—
the love unanswered,
the ache unfulfilled—
to believe You care too little
to do anything.
Where are You
if not in the love that meets me?
V – The Breaking Point and the Shadow's Edge
The weight—unbearable.
The pain—paralyzing.
My mind scattered like leaves in wind,
my heart in ruins,
a weeping thing.
My soul, bewildered, asks where it all went—
left alone before the shadow’s edge.
Will it break, as others have?
Can the soul die like the body?
Was despair, in the end, telling the truth?
Is that all that’s left of me?
Then—
a presence, unmistakable, enters.
Familiar.
Older than memory.
Known before knowing.
VI – Nearness of You, the Gift
A balm, soft and sovereign—
the touch of a king in the mud,
not above the mire,
but in it.
A call: “Speak—not less, but more.”
You were near—closer than breath.
“Give me all that binds you,”
You said.
“Leave nothing of your burdens—
not one sorrow, not one chain.”
Your love did not end in command.
It offered no platitudes,
no certainties,
no condescending truths wrapped in tidy moralism.
Instead—faith came.
Not conjured, not earned.
Given.
A call sounded:
Trust.
No performance required.
No transaction needed.
Only this—You walked with me
in the furnace of my anguish.
VII – The Walk Into Being and What Becomes
“It was never yours to carry,”
You said.
“Why carry it now?”
To ask why, when I was made
to shine,
to season,
to be—
is to ask the wrong question.
Come.
Walk with Me.
Know Me, not your pain.
Stand beside Me—
for I have never left you.
You have not only steadied my steps—
You have lifted my face.
The ashes fall from me like old lies,
and light—
not of this world—
fills the hollow I once called despair.
I do not walk behind You,
but with You.
Not as a servant hoping for scraps,
but as one loved—
called—
and given name.
Let the night speak of You.
Let the wind bear witness.
Let my soul become a psalm,
and my life an answer
to the goodness You never ceased to be.
Peace be with you.
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