Saturday thoughts for May:
Rosary
Each
day
dawns;
a
bead
strung
upon
the cord
of
life.
Heart holding
safe
within
it
a gift of
joy
or
sorrow,
glory
or
illumination,
but always,
love;
as my
little mystery
loses
self in her
greater
mystery
of
love's
libation
poured out
purely
in
prayer.
Her yes
inviting
always
a
deeper
circling
of
the
chaplet
of our
days
until life
and
Divine Life
become
one
again;
then
mothered
into
meaning,
wombed
into
wonder,
birthed
into
being
finally,
in faith's
long
fruition,
from our
thorny
heart
a rose
blooms.
(Artist unknown)
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