The Rosary Poem by Mark Trajano

Stringed together by a thread of Divinity
Petals become all the more gloriously sweet.
As steady as they are in God's vicinity
These flowery beads of ten keep life well lit.
Through the ages they transformed shaping history,
Guiding the lost spirits back to God's embrace,
Splitting and burning wickedness and treachery-
This humble symbol that lies in pocket's lace.

A shelter I have felt with every gentleness
Of the cross binding the decades so strongly,
Comforted me in times of extreme helplessness.
For God to answer, I wait ever faithfully.
Ever since, loss has been a part of existence
Acknowledged by the wise, regretted by fools,
The brightest rose extinguishes great pestilence-
One that resides in me existing with no rules.

As rose has found no more reason to guide my soul
She whispers in another plane a dear message:
Give me to this fated friend as I've done my goal.
Let me fix in her heart and mind a wreckage
She keeps covered in expensive silk and linen.
Minutes passed for doubt shrouded spiritual call
Until the cross and beads trembled to be given
To the fated friend who needs answers to fall.