In these verses, falling is neither failure nor surrender—it is a quiet act of reverence. 13 Psalms of Falling gathers moments of tremble, longing, and devotion into a litany of softness unrepentant. Read them not as confession, but as small altars built in the hush between heartbeat and breath—where even ruin can feel sacred.

✦ Invocation ✦

Before you read these psalms,
know this:

They were not written for conquest,
nor confession.

They are small altars built in the hush
between longing and surrender—
a devotion given freely,
a softness that refused to be caged.

Here, falling is not failure.
Here, ruin is not regret.
Here, even what trembles can be holy.

Read them not for answers,
but for the quiet ache that dares to remain
even after the last word is spoken.

✦ 13 Psalms of Falling ✦
Poetry by Rowan Evans

✦ Psalm I ✦
For the First Tremble

i did not mean
to stumble into wanting—
yet here i am,
hands outstretched to catch
your quiet breath.

✦ Psalm II ✦
For the Blooming Ache

something in me opens
when your name brushes my pulse—
soft, reckless,
unafraid of its own ruin.

✦ Psalm III ✦
For the Girls Who Know Hunger

i did not fall into you;
i unraveled,
petal by petal,
until my marrow remembered
how to ache.

✦ Psalm IV ✦
For the Slow Surrender

your gaze writes hymns
against the hollows of my ribs—
and i learn each verse
by trembling repetition.

✦ Psalm V ✦
For the Unnamed Want

you did not ask for worship—
yet i kneel,
palms open,
offering my softness
like a benediction.

✦ Psalm VI ✦
For the Quiet Benediction

even in silence,
my devotion blooms—
a prayer unsaid,
rooted deep
in marrow.

✦ Psalm VII ✦
For the Sacred Ruin

i do not wish to be saved
from this ache—
only to be ruined gently
by the softness of your shadow.

✦ Psalm VIII ✦
For the Fevered Confession

your name tastes
of midnight ink—
and i stain my tongue
with its quiet syllables.

✦ Psalm IX ✦
For the Unrepentant Softness

this tenderness
is not weakness—
it is the last cathedral
i have left
unburned.

✦ Psalm X ✦
For the Moment Before Falling

there is a hush
between heartbeat and confession—
and in it,
i build an altar
from my breath.

✦ Psalm XI ✦
For the Fractured Hallelujah

even my doubts
bow their heads
when you enter the room—
because faith, too,
can be fragile.

✦ Psalm XII ✦
For the Touch Unspoken

we have not touched—
yet my skin remembers
the shape of your absence.

✦ Psalm XIII ✦
For the Unwritten Vow

if falling is ruin,
then let me fall—
and call it devotion,
not defeat.

✦ Closing Benediction ✦

Carry these psalms gently.
Let them bloom in your marrow,
where words dissolve into heartbeat.

May you, too, know the grace
of falling without fear,
of devotion without demand,
of tenderness untouched by shame.

And if your heart must break,
may it break open—
so something softer can take root.

Go, now—
with your softness unrepentant,
and your ruin wrapped in reverence.

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