Making Rosaries

My self imposed penance and labor of love,

Working beads and knots on lengths of cord.

My fingers spacing out Our Father's and

Hail Mary's and Glory Be's.


Individual beads and knots form decades

And I meditate on each and every single one.

My prayer and my meditation,

My all focuses as I contemplate.


Mysteries of God and family and

Friends and work and home and issues;

My hopes and dreams and my fears.

My past, my self, my mind, body, spirit, heart, and soul.


Joining the two ends in one unbroken circle

Of glory, of joy, of sorrow, of light.

Binding myself to my prayer and

Bringing me peace and strength and understanding.


Simple and unmeaning pieces come together to shape

With meaning in the form of wooden beads or knotted string.

To become my daily prayer and

My power and my courage and my wisdom.