Lamentations Poem by Bella Ravenstar

Oh Father In Heaven
Great Creator of MY Soul
Hear my pleas in this crisis
My soul is screaming
Starving to the bone
I have waited for him
All all alone
My wait is in vain
I cannot get my feed
He starves me so
Take this bitter stabbing knife from my soul
That eats away
That I cannot control
Take my desires
Take them away
Take all the desperate devotions
That no one wants to take
Spare me from this torment
I cannot bear it
Feed my anarexic soul
I shall give thee
All the devotions
Locked away inside
That one one wants
No one understands me
A starving sick soul
That I hide under a mask
But thou seest my true face
Thou loveth me so
Please fill my soul with fire
And heal the aching bleeding wounds
THe world starveth me
But thou feedeth me
Bathe me in tranquility
For I am a tender infant in need
This world is too gruff for me
If thou wilt
Hold me tenderly
The world prays on my weak soul
But thou watchest over me
I seek thee so
If thou wilt fill my empty cup
Forever my life
Devoted to thee
And thy Gracious Son
Take it away
And fill me whole
And I will follow thee
Thou fillest my needs
Thou hearest my cries
When the world denies me this woes and needs
I shall honor and whorship thee
My dearest creater in Heaven.....
Hear my pleas......