Token girly photo of pink things & jewelry.
The way to the sanctuary of God
is a mineshaft.
If you enter,
you must go spelunking down into the dark.
You will face the fear
of getting lost,
of being trapped,
of not being able to return
the way you came.
There are lonely, silent lakes underground
The air was fresher, up there on the rooftop, and the clangorous, grimy old city below was almost beautiful; dipped in sunset orange and hung about with smoky shadows. I swept over the familiar silhouette of spires and chimneys to a profile even more well-known, but infinitely more...