For When the Beads Fall (A Poem)

There is a Rosary
Of days stretching out
Before us
As if prayed late at night
With fumbling lips
And whispering hands

And you knowing you

Are miles from
The last
Amen

How can we
Endure it
?

And yet you
Say your Hail Marys
As if your heart were a
Candle in the dark
Instead of a crack in the basket
As if
Our Celtic crosses were meant
To intertwine so

     Lovingly.

Onward, then 

I say to you
Saints and Sinners
Into the Dark
Our Rosaries biting in our hands
And slicing in our throats
Like daggers naked
For the devil to behold.

The guardian angels will light the way
When the beads fall from our hands

A sigh dropped from weak humanity
A tear mournfully masquerading as
A Rose 

As the (k)night falls

Photo by: asksistermarymartha.blogspot.com