Here's that poem I mentioned. I hesitated to post this because I wanted to change it, but after considering the issue, I think it should remain as it is, because it reflects my state at the time when I wrote it.

"
My earthly blessings, as numerous as the grains
of sand, had helped me to build a tall fortress.

and just like grains of sand,
even now, they are washing away.

But the colors, blue and white, and the
warmth of the sun had shut my eyes to it.

A mighty oak took root there, cracking the
tiny island of my trust and weakness.

Like a shade of black in a dream about nothing
its value was beyond my understanding.

The angels looked down on me and wondered
how I, being unaware of my purpose, could exist

and why The Most High God, The LORD of Everything
would fall on his knees and beg me to repent

They watched the branches of the tree spread high and far,
and the cool shade woke me and gave me comfort

The roots pushed holes out into the surrounding nothingness
and let in a rush of current which I feared would cause me to disintegrate

because we can't even love, but our broken affection is worth more
to God, who is the fabric of existence, than life itself

so my body waned and my heart overflowed
and I died to become more alive
"

Whew, so I actually ended up having to retype it here just because of the nature of things (rather than just copy/pasting it). I really dislike going back over my old creative works -- but I resisted the urge to change it. Oh well. It's here; it's preserved.

"Yes, I did forget to put a quote at the end of this one"