since my grandmother's
passing i've prayed more often
with the rosary.
the beads roll under
my fingers as i say the
prayers, announce myst'ries.
honestly, our father
seems a little dogmatic,
the hail mary? good.
the meditation
is what draws me in. a space
i make time to think.
rhythm, routine that's
good for my mind. handling the beads
and counting each one.
each is a blessing for
myself, my friends, my fam'ly.
a soft utterance.
Monday, March 24, 2008
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