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I am the rubber of the rosary, said Sister Paul, my finger and thumb move over the beads like a humble worm, I utter prayers like a hissing snake, my breath rising in the air like a frightened bird. The silence enfolds me like my lover’s arms, its peacefulness kisses my ears like my lover’s lips, the touch of the thick silence my lover’s fingertips. His breath breathes upon my neck, His requests utter In my ears, His love echoes through my being. The darkness embraces me like a black cloth, my eyes see shadows in nightly prayers, my sight fails me with its tired eyes, the late nights, the on knees prayers, the going up and down the stairs to and from the chilling chapel. I am a denier of self, my self denial is my weapon against the selfish I, my way of keeping the ego in its place, the surging wanter of wants kept check, each fight for self denial takes its toll, the selfish I wants its revenge, seeks its way through my daily walks, my day to day talks, the moment of eating, drinking, sleeping, the dreaming nights. My lover comes at my least request, His eyes see me in the darkness’s hold, His fingers find me and release my bonds, His words echo through the blackest night, His love warmer than the sun’s kiss, His nearness closer than air to lungs, than stars to sky. My Lover comes, my prayers are heard, my soul is lifted up, my finger and thumb push round the black beads, He is there, noting each whispered prayer, he lays me upon my bed, rests me down, His holy lips healing my soul, granting peace to my all too human head.
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May 4, 2012
May 4, 2012 at 1:51 AM UTC
RUBBER OF THE ROSARY.
I am the rubber of the rosary, said Sister Paul, my finger and thumb move over the beads like a humble worm, I utter prayers like a hissing snake, my breath rising in the air like a frightened bird. The silence enfolds me like my lover’s arms, its peacefulness kisses my ears like my lover’s lips, the touch of the thick silence my lover’s fingertips. His breath breathes upon my neck, His requests utter In my ears, His love echoes through my being. The darkness embraces me like a black cloth, my eyes see shadows in nightly prayers, my sight fails me with its tired eyes, the late nights, the on knees prayers, the going up and down the stairs to and from the chilling chapel. I am a denier of self, my self denial is my weapon against the selfish I, my way of keeping the ego in its place, the surging wanter of wants kept check, each fight for self denial takes its toll, the selfish I wants its revenge, seeks its way through my daily walks, my day to day talks, the moment of eating, drinking, sleeping, the dreaming nights. My lover comes at my least request, His eyes see me in the darkness’s hold, His fingers find me and release my bonds, His words echo through the blackest night, His love warmer than the sun’s kiss, His nearness closer than air to lungs, than stars to sky. My Lover comes, my prayers are heard, my soul is lifted up, my finger and thumb push round the black beads, He is there, noting each whispered prayer, he lays me upon my bed, rests me down, His holy lips healing my soul, granting peace to my all too human head.
terry-collett
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English
May 4, 2012
May 4, 2012 at 1:51 AM UTC
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