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ROSARY (For Mom)

In the stillness between
beads and breaths
you, at times, may catch

the distant groans
the yearning sighs
of the unseen
yoked in solitude

gently drawn
through index and thumb
the next becomes
the present bead

soul-bearing seed
of voices
dropped deep within
the soil’s dark night

to open inside-out
climb
then pierce
the vault of earthen sky

and, at last,
like a trumpet-blast
blossom
in unbreakable Alleluia
– 7/11/17