Indwelling

Stone stairways weaving together as far as the eye can see, funneling to a single abyss.

All our lives seeking desperately to escape this place, but going up inevitably leads further down.

The stairs—so cold—worn where our fellow man and woman have trod. Injustice, violence, sickness, loneliness, monotony, all the other horrors and ills—each stairway desecrating our hours, years, decades, lifetimes.

As we wander, a message carved on the walls. Myth or reality?

One who has descended to the abyss—the end of all that has unraveled—and wound it up. One whose feet have felt every stair, whose heart has suffered every stairway. One who now dwells in us, enduring every stair and stairway anew. The wasteland laid to waste—venue for patient victory. Stunned by Incarnation, undone by Indwelling.