2 of 30. Prayer Beads

I’m wondering when I got so religious

looking through trays of crystal

and bone beads

on 38th street,

Forming a clunky string

of prayer requests

promises

praises

for the God who tore through me

with beauty and light.

I am on my knees begging

these days,

for YHWH

visions,

miracles,

and stillness.

Davinci’s man a metal

charm to represent

humanity, depravity, aching,

and hope.

A swirl of blue, green, brown

blown glass

for Haiti’s,

exquisite beauty.

Each bead, or charm

a memory, a smooth

eternity of form

that I can recount

on the 1 train,

or at the kitchen table

while I eat my oatmeal.

The conversation gets better

every day.

There is more to talk about,

the beads have faces and flesh,

the memories smell like wet dirt,

smell like nag champa.

The beads hum in my hand,

a choir of lazy angels

I fall asleep to each night.

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About amyleighcutler

Writer, dancer, vagabond extraordinaire
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2 Responses to 2 of 30. Prayer Beads

  1. Jacob Victorine says:

    Perfect beginning. I’d challenge to to come up with a stronger metaphor than “tsunami of hunger” or to take out “of hunger.” I don’t think you need “YHWH.” The flow of “these days, / for visions, / miracles,” etc. would be great. Lovely last image.

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