Share this postDispatches From the BasementDrawnCopy linkFacebookEmailNotesMoreDrawna poem meant to dissolveJoseph MasseyJul 27, 202586Share this postDispatches From the BasementDrawnCopy linkFacebookEmailNotesMore146ShareText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedDrawn Cruciform shadow on a worn wood floor, fading as night drains the room. This is the holy hour: the room swept clean, empty, but for a candle on the altar, and a prayer balanced on the tip of wind-shaken flame.
A blessed Sunday to you, Joseph. Thank you for this much-needed reminder to be receptive to holy whispers to sanctify our ordinary days.
Beautiful