Psalms In The Heart

  Connecting in the Ten, Adhering to the Creator I was born with a heart that only takes, A will that runs, a mind that breaks. Thought I could walk this road alone, Every step just harder stone. Then ten hearts gathered, side by side, Not fixed, not clean, but honest-eyed. And in that place I finally knew: There is no path outside the few. Not less than ten — the gate appears, Where truth survives, not private fears. No secret climb, no hidden way, The Ten’s the place I learn to stay. Connecting in the Ten — that’s where we stand Adhering to the Creator — hand in hand Not in my strength, not in my sight, But where our cracks invite the Light. From Ten to Ten, the World Kli sings That’s where the Creator is revealed in things You made me broken, made me need, Not answers first, but friends indeed. The Light is whole, it never bends, The vessel’s built from wounded ends. I don’t correct the Upper force, I fix the space that blocks its course. Between our hearts, when we ag...

Between You and Me (No Escape) You know you can’t escape, Because in life there is no place, Where the heart can truly be free, Except between you and me. With congress coming near, My heart it shakes with fear, What lies ahead, what will be fed, By all the noise inside our head. Garbage in and garbage out, Endless thoughts that twist and shout, But deep inside, beneath the mess, A single point won’t acquiesce. My point in the heart screams loud, Not for comfort, not for proud, It cries for truth, not fantasy, It begs for real connection, we. Not to fix, not to be right, Not to win another fight, But to bow before the Ten as one, And let the work—not ego—run. If fear comes dressed as holy talk, Or doubts pretend they help us walk, Let them rise, let them be seen, Then place them between us , clean. Because freedom isn’t found alone, Not in silence, flesh, or bone, It’s born where broken hearts agree To build one space—for You—to be.

Congress Intention (Continued) We study every day and night all to attract the Light through the Ten we pray that our connection will happen today Not for wisdom, not for pride, not to feel we’ve climbed inside. Just to melt this heart of stone, into a place we’re not alone. Each friend a crack, a sacred seam, where broken parts begin to dream. I fall, I fail, I lose my way— they lift me up, I learn to stay. No hero walks this road alone, the path is built of flesh and bone. I bow my head, my claim, my say, and let the Ten decide the way. Congress calls—not miles, not time, but one request, one inner line: Let what divides us fade from sight, and make our many hearts one Light .