Anyone? I am a poet. An unpublished poet, but I still am a poet first and foremost. If I were to attempt to define what that means to me, I would say I have always lived my life from the inside out. Most of my poetry, as I look back at in my 65th year, are songs of praise. The Creator, to me, is a benevolent, patient mother/father being Whom I find myself breathing in more and more and more the closer I get to being six feet under. I think what I was trying to express in my comment was my sometimes over the last 47 years since I was molested by a nun requirement that any God who demands my fealty (as your God seems to) must also possesses the wisdom not to dis-believe the truly innocent among us.