First, the Story "before" the Poem:
A brief new poem’s 1st line came to mind 4:05 am, 12/29/07, & I managed to stay awake long enough to jot it on a clip-board by my pillow for that purpose! To bed at 2 am, sleepless, delayed my “wide-awake” till 11, when I found three more lines on the paper, not knowing how many more went through my half-awake mind undocumented (which may return later?).
Nothing have I which to offer, nothing of my own;
All I have or hope to be, I trace back to His throne!
— Roberta N. Tuthill, Copyright 12/29/2007 4 am+