Betty is a
dear friend of mine who I met at a holistic summer camp. Betty is a
kind and caring soul who also writes poetry. Recently while leaving a
local church she found a rosary bead and decided to write the following poem
about her find.
Betty says "Here's
a poem I wrote last Sunday after finding a crunched rosary getting back into
the car at St Joseph's church parking lot. It must have been under the ice
all winter and the snow/ice had melted by the time I returned to the car
after a poetry reading meeting."
Rosary
Found. In St. Joe's car park
crunched by departing ice
crystals, salt, sunlight,
one mother-of-pearl artefact
from the 8th century, A.D.
sheen gone from years'
fingering 15 Mysteries
of the Blessed Virgin,
lips kissing crucifix
and homoncular Jesus.
Of broken relics remain:
two Our Fathers, Glory Be,
three first Hail Mary's,
a pair of decade beads,
the third, dangling,
like the freefall legs of Christ
flying off a footless cross.
Betty P. Warrington-Kearsley
Sunday, April 1, 2007, Ottawa, Canada

Betty is a publised
poet and details of her book can be obtained by clicking on this book:
(The
rosary was returned to the church in an attempt to be re-united with it's
owner.)



