Drawn
a poem meant to dissolve
Drawn
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