I feel old and tired--perhaps childish.

Shrines are being torn down and blown to pieces all over the world.

And I long for a quite simple shrine to cleanse my soul before.

A white little soul hidden away in peace, and sitting smiling over her sewing of small garments is worth making a pilgrimage to.

Do you remember the childish purity of her eyelids?
I want to see them dropped down as she sews.