Glacierized

I still have so much pain from recent trials it's been difficult to exercise courtesy and kindness. What's left is just truth, without any decoration. I decided I don't like my character. Some of my personality seems native, inherited from my father, a bona fide crank. Is this something natural, lower nature?

I decided that Baha'u'llah, who is the Most Great Interior Decorator [He changes abasement into glory] can revamp my character.

It feels as if my heart was the rock, and this pain, these trials and difficulties, are like a glacier grinding away on my heart. There is no soil left.

When will something bloom?