Psalms In The Heart

  A Prayer the 99% Don’t Know They’re Saying We heard there’s a Torah, rules carved in the sky, Six hundred thirteen ways to live, or to die. Two kinds, they say—some yes, some no, But nobody taught us how the inside should go. They told us, “Do good. Don’t cross the line.” “Be careful. Be proper. Be holy. Be fine.” So we learned how to stop, how to shut, how to hide, But no one explained what to do with the fire inside. Two hundred forty-eight say, Stand up and give, Move your heart forward, choose how you live. Three sixty-five say, Don’t take for yourself, Hold back the ego, put it back on the shelf. But here’s where we stumble, here’s where we freeze— We stop doing wrong… then stop doing anything . We call it control, we call it restraint, But slowly our color all turns into paint. We withdraw from the fight, withdraw from the mess, Withdraw from the love that demands our “yes.” We don’t steal, don’t shout, don’t cross the line— But we also don’t give, don’t risk, don’t ...

  “Striking the Screen” Thoughts hit my skull like a hammering rain, Round and around, same doubt, same pain. If this was false I’d sleep just fine, But truth don’t rest where the ego signs. The mind demands proof, a reason, a feel, It wants a receipt, something stamped as real. But the screen stands firm, I swallow the blow, Faith clenched tight where the answers won’t show. No sweetness here, no glow, no spark, Just grit in my teeth and a walk in the dark. I don’t feel the King, don’t taste His weight, Yet I stay on the road and don’t renegotiate. Every strike says “quit,” every whisper says “bend,” But the screen says “hold” and I won’t rescind. Above reason I crown Him, silent and still, And that hidden choice fills the upper will. No more, no less — exact is the law, What I raise above mind returns as awe. First in concealment I pay the price, Then truth descends, measured, precise. So beat me with thoughts, let the whole world shout, This screen stays standing — that’s ...