Vintage Rosary (Poetry)

Bead by bead by bead
long years of comfort
counting the order
and keeping the faith
ingrained in this string

Dark metal — blue glass
who it belonged to
remains an unknown
yet something connects
as fingers proceed

to travel its length
absorbing by touch
soothing sensations —
deep tranquility
and unreserved trust

Soft light finds each bead
they glow like small lamps
ease doubt’s shadow back
those troubles that press
a world-weary soul

shed in due process
reciting by rote
decades of aves
communion sought
where harmony reigns