A Personal Psalm

A confession: I do not understand enough about the varying classifications of the Psalms to identify in which category this belongs. However, I was assigned authorship of a "Personal Psalm" in my Religion 103 class and would best describe it as one of "new orientation" wherein I personally move from a place of disorientation to a pursuit of God's Torah.

So without further ado, here it is.

A Psalm of Anthony J. Morrow to the LORD Almighty.

The city of Everett belongs to the LORD
and all who live within city limits;
Though there are murderers and drug addicts,
prostitutes and homosexuals,
and those who disregard YOUR existence;
all have been called YOUR children.
So then, who are we accountable to?
Who is able to judge?
Who among us can say they’re “perfect” already?
For all have fallen short of YOUR BLUEPRINT,
every last one of us needs YOUR grace;
YOU alone made that which exists
because YOU are EXISTENCE.
Why then should I refuse to get my hands dirty?
Why then should I fear reaching out to the lonely?
The sick? The hungry? The violent?
The merciless? The ostracized? The embittered?
After all, YOUR BLUEPRINT builds a new kind of community;
one that includes all people
from all walks of life.
YOU even gave us YOUR Spirit,
so we could be empowered
to build from YOUR BLUEPRINT
a mighty house of inclusivity,
that could never exist in the richest neighborhoods;
For YOU exist in the midst of the marginalized and the profane
just as much as the wealthy and the wasteful;
YOU are close to those who are furthest from YOU
because they need YOUR touch the most.
YOU desire that all who are lost would turn to YOU,
being united in love and community;
and those who are led by YOUR Spirit
will find themselves in their midst;
so that all will know of the abundant hope,
the free gift of grace and peace,
that awaits those who freely choose YOUR embrace,
give up on selling out
and follow YOUR BLUEPRINT.

I will not comment further, except to say that this was an excellent exercise in self-examination and furthering to grasp the core tenets of my faith-life. It was a privilege to bring a poetic voice to my theological wrestlings.