I found a poem Brandall wrote called "on Eternity"

When I first read this I poo-pooed it, guess I had alot of maturing to do, that is why it is good to record things where they will be read again. To steal a phrase "a voice from the dust". Here it is:

There are worlds,
Worlds formed and fallen.
Worlds now living, breathing,
And worlds yet to be created.
Who wields such incomprehensible power?
I say to you - a child.
Humble must we be as such.
For who can be so worthy
Whose mind rests
Upon his own selfish designs,
Whose heart chokes the very root
Of love's fertile earth
And denies its tender leaf the dew?
For in each of us
Is the seed of eternal life
And through those lives eternal joy
And through that joy
There are worlds.

Everything I was looking for I already had, it seems. That explains why I was so happy. But, you can never go back!