Beyond the archway, across the rocks

Where mist does linger and flowers flock

A climb, thousands of miles to the top

The mountains create a beautiful backdrop

Snow covered, white, against the bluest sky

I journey to my cathedral, in the heavens, high

My worldly place, an earthen sanctuary

Where I can go to, beyond the contrary

Of inhumane faces, and misguided beings

A place I know my God, is ever so freeing

August Writing Prompt – Earthen Cathedrals – Day 19/31

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