poems etc.

Prayer

She picked a coarse shingle

Torn by waves of neglect

To pray on like rosary

And as her sins grew

The stone shrunk into shape

To the hymn of her heartbeat

When finally silent emotion

Left her breathless

All that remained to reminisce

Was a polished bead

Which she turned sacred

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