One bead after another

My Rosary is breaking

Star by Star

My sky is shattering.

How terrible is the wound

Caused by the sword shining

I have lost the count of Love

When the rosary with me is no more

Now where will I depict

The Glory of the Ultimate Architect

How can I recall the days

Spent at the green fields

Who will break the silence

In the depth of the sand dunes

Who will fly that silent kite

On the hills of my heart

Who will bring the rain

To ease the depth of my pain

Whom will I hold dear

To remind me of His Fear

Who shall clean the stains on my mirror

In whom shall I confide to forgive when I err?

This poem was written while waiting to attend one class after another on May 21 2001.