By Phoebe "DragonWolf" Roberts

Along the beads I make my way,
Holding each a prayer to say.
To give ease to the cares of the day
I count along the length.
My comfort in the black night
Polished drops of hematite
That take the wrongs and make them right
And remind me of my strength.
Safe within its leather case,
Christ and the Holy Virgin's face,
My spirits now these soft words brace,
And make the sorrows cease.
So with courage I will be tried.
This string of beads becomes my guide
So I may find the strength inside—
My lifeline back to peace.