Psalms In The Heart

When the prayer is formed from the broken heart Because it's with the ego you wish to part No words from the mouth or mind Can reveal what’s hidden behind It’s the silent cry beneath the breath The plea that lives between life and death Where the soul admits it cannot stand And reaches out with trembling hand For the Creator does not hear the tongue Not the songs so cleverly sung He hears the shatter, the crack, the tear The place where pride dissolves to prayer When the heart breaks open wide When the self has nowhere left to hide Then the upper light begins to flow For only then can we truly let go A broken heart is the door we cross Where we finally accept our helpless loss And in that collapse, that humbled fall We feel Him answering us all.

If the right attracts and the left repels, The right is heaven, the left is hell. But both are threads the One hand weaves, The push that breaks, the pull that breathes. The right says, "Come, My love, return," The left says, "Burn until you learn." Two forces striking one same heart, One to mend and one to part. For heaven isn’t joy alone, It’s the place where we let go of “my own.” And hell’s not fire or endless night, It’s the shame of being far from the Light. So I stand between the two that tear— One lifts with love, one strips me bare. And only when both live in me Can the heart break open and finally see. Heaven is bestowal, a quiet embrace. Hell is the fury of self I must face. But both are the steps on the same narrow stair— And I climb, with my brothers, in one single prayer.