ROSARY ON THE HEADBOARD. I stumbled through my daily grind Right up until midnight, Then fell in bed without my prayers; I knew it wasn’t right. So tired I was, almost asleep, But thoughts kept waking me, To rise and pray a rosary Upon my bended knees. But my rosary beads were knotted Around my headboard rail, And tired attempts to pull them down Ended to no avail. Our Lady knows how tired I am, Was my last waking thought. Should she want me to pray her beads Then she’d untie the knot. Then suddenly I heard a sound As I began to snore, My rosary beads unwound themselves And fell upon the floor. I quickly slid down to my knees, A humbled, shameful heap, And prayed our Lady’s rosary beads In meditation deep. Much later as I crawled in bed, My rosary in my grip, I shut my eyes and fell asleep; Hail Marys on my lips. Donna Sue Berry written July 9th, 2014 and originally posted on her blog. Used with permission.
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 22:01:12 +0000