Beads Of Prayer

Sunlight penetrating this cloudy mind, beckoning it to awaken this early morn. Travesties availed over these last few years, causing life to silently stop within. All the turmoil is wound like a spring in a grand- father's watch - tightly letting very tiny increments of release become seconds in time. Beads of prayer lie in wait, hoping to ease the strain others place upon me. Words written on paper, like a soft-spoken poet, portraying reality, facing storms silently with faith held closely, afraid of not speaking aloud about atrocities the city of Phoenix has heaped upon this simple Italian woman who has done nothing wrong. But has been wronged by city employees banding together to hide mistakes they've made, and lies they've told, to cover themselves and blacken their souls before God. Sunlight has penetrated this sleepy mind, waking it fully and reminding it to pick up the beads of prayer and faithfully begin praying for God's love and help against them all.