A small autumnal prayer a new poemJoseph MasseyOct 23, 2025951010ShareText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedOctober 23 Morning’s fog-dulled sun filters through a web of red leaves. I live within windows, think into their vision. This late season, in a late time, lights the senses. Lord, don’t let them close, keep the signal clear—the song, open.
Lovely, Joseph. It’s a haiku.
Funny I just now realize this.
The format was never as important
As the vivid images and their
Deeper message.
Mind blown:
I live within
windows, think into
their vision.