ahhhhhhhhh the Rosary

THE

RIVER

OF

BLUE

Between my fingers,

Flow blue beads,

Praying for all,

Not wants but needs.

Desiring good

For all that trespass

Against our souls

Bank beads of blue glass,

Against our being,

We stiffen and rail.

Rapids of beads

Bleed anger pale.

And though we're wounded,

Misjudged, called wrong,
Immaculate blue
Flows forever long.