The Beads
By: Gen1900
At the start she knelt ready to begin,
She held holy chain of beads in her hands,
She lifted the cross connected and kissed it tenderly,
And she bowed her head at the Glory Be; she tried reverently.
When she was little she had trouble with the words and stumbled over them,
But she now she felt better as if at Our Lord’s robe’s hem.
She finished then and got back up,
The prayer was done,
She hoped it pleased Him,
To say the words which the beads contained.
Poetry
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Gen1900,
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I changed the post. And thank you for letting me know.
And I very much agree with you. That post failed the boundaries. And I am truly sorry. And it won’t happen again.