A Pilgrim's Stairway To Heaven

Wading through the mire of me; this desolation strewn a brief life Across time left sorting now, these pages; debris, his broken pieces ? Many say that patience be a virtue; ten thousand years but that a day.... Jacob's ladder amid her land of Luz; surely, God, is in this place ? Nascent Entering narrow hallways apostasy, their Pandora's box ? Analogous she seems Yet deemed of independent; severed, the material world; venerated institutions ideal Paragons His balustrade ? Her bard and Angels await; love's gazebo Pier's balcony; asylum.