Rose-scented Bead

I am a bead among the beads.
The rosary of ancestors stretches
long past and far ahead.
I thrill to our linkage.
Spilling from stars to tiny earth.
Earth, to a streaming bead,
becomes everything;
life, a kiss to the Everything.

For a moment or three,
we walk on the face of the earthian riddle.
Then wake from our little bead sleep
to the big good news of rosary union.
When your rose-scented bead is complete,
when your signal’s breaking up,
its vibration not so steady on the planet,
you’ll be ready, oh, you’ll be ready.

Because everything falls out
just so, you see,
flooding from the starry fields.
So when there’s nothing doing,
the stretching rosary beads
will stop at nothing.
We’ll spill back, oh Whee! Our bead
a meteor burning home.

©Susa Silvermarie 2023