I'm ready for my screen shot Ruth, and thanks for the invite!
I can't choose just a small section of the poem...it's beautiful..and here's what I thought while reading it, and why I'm dressed the way I am:
As a child, I'd sit in my closet and pray, I'd pray for wings to fly away from the pain and that closet became my pretend castle of sorts, I was free when I was in there, to fly through magical places, castles in the air.
I got a little older, and the ocean spoke to me, the waves wove melodies, the surf soothed me, again I felt free, and in both places I talked to God, though I didn't know Him yet.
Then a little older, much more broken, I met God, I was set free of the past, my life became hopeful, my castles in the air, became the Mansion in My Fathers House, and I wouldn't have to wipe my feet before entering, cause He saw me as He made me, clean and pure, free...at last.
I hope this isn't to long