The Angel assures me that life is beautiful, openi

I received on the internet
A wrathful letter filled with threats…
With the inscription, “We will burn
The blissful face of the Christian poet”.

The critic sends pictures of filth
And spits upon what is holy…
Why do you, insidious mudslinger
Soil God’s pages so?

Distort God’s name
And send the malicious threats to me?
Clearly, through the preachings of my poems
I have wakened a Devil in the darkness.

Oh, how he sneered over these poems,
But my lines shall withstand all.
How he promised to “roast me along with my entrails,
To turn me into prison rot”.

Vile swear words
Stained the righteous Christ.
And piles of poisoned manure
Were hurled at me from above.

But “the rose has still remained a rose-“
Long ago the confessor had said to me.
And whatever your assumed stance,
You will not take the pedestal away from God.

Oh, how the unknown poet has stung you
With her devotion and faith in Christ,
How the advocate of God’s pages
Blinded you with divine love.

It appears I do not write in vain
Since the rabble is so angered by my poems.
And the angel assures me that life is beautiful,
Opening the doors to salvation.

Thrust open onto a rosy expanse
And the sunset of the purple nightfall,
As though the feast of the Last Supper,
The coffers of wisdom have been cast open.

Fear not I the brutal threats
Nor the intolerable oppression.
After all, the sawdust from the felled birch tree
Will be gathered into someone’s hands.

Somebody will read my lines and be smitten
With that Love that preserves God;
And perhaps someone will wish
To remember the burnt me…