A Mending
I made some years ago.
The hemp cord worn and frayed and then snapped
From praying fingers
And repeated Hail Mary's and
Our Father's and Glory Be's
And the Hail Holy Queen's and the Apostle's Creeds.
Mending a rosary
Not because I need another one.
I have a collection.
My grandmother's rosaries, my father's gift,
ACTS retreat, one from my ex-wife,
And the ones I've made of knotted string
And this one of hemp cord and wood beads.
Mending a rosary
And finding a little peace and tranquility
And even a redemption.
Keeping me centered and sane
And a daily renewing
And because the act, the praying,
The faith also mends me.