Devotional Lamentation Poem by Melissa Hurst

Depart from me, nameless angel!
Let me no longer loiter
around Heaven's gates!

I am baited with a crack of the door,
and as I come near,
the door shuts and traps my spirit,
chastising me with despair.

You bring your mouth near my ear
and whisper bittersweet tidings.
You pour bowls of burden upon my heart
and sound trumpets that summon my tears.

But I praise thee after the judgments
have come upon me
and I shout out your name with glee.
My faith does not flee,
no matter how much I damn it.

Heaven is your game,
but Hell is your domain.
For I have lost within Heaven,
but there will forever be a place reserved
for me to weep in Hell.

No other whip I welcome
but that of yours.
Your violence is love to me.
Your welts of rage and your feet to trod me,
I welcome them with a fanatical heart.

Your words are daggers that pierce my heart
and slay my will.
I cannot raise myself above the throne
I look upon from below,
for I'd rather remain upon this barren floor
where your feet are near my worshiping lips.

Your toes are kings that
I kiss with appreciation.
Your heels are broken
like those who are cursed
and I lovingly caress them.
Your feet are warriors that conquer me
with each stomp.

And after I relinquished my will to surrender,
the angel indeed departed,
searching for other servants.
A veil of bitterness concealed me
and I wept as his light vanished from me.
No candle can compare to his radiance
and the moon cannot soothe me with its lunar smile.
For he was my candle, my moon, and my paradise.