By Mary Sayad

There is no other article
That means so much to me'
Or gives me so much comfort as
My precious Rosary

Each bead is bright and lovely as
A flower or a gem
And sacred is the Crucifix
That watches over them
My fingers touch them lightly while
My head I gently nod
"Our Father" and "Hail Mary
And
The "Glory be to God"

I say my Rosary in church
At home and on retreat
I say it in my pocket when
I walk along the street

And when I quench the little flames
That light the candle-wicks
I always kneel beside the bed
And kiss the Crucifix.

Copy 1947 by James Metcalfe, author of Portraits