There is a glow to her
that is either sanctity
or sheer devotion as the
beads flow through practiced
fingers graceful with intent,
prayers just as often in the
mind as in the air but ever
resonant as the beads slide
through blessing and protection,
righteousness and illumination,
sometimes a speckle of more
ancient murmurs before the
return to orthodox ritual...
but always the glow remains
as the beads flow onward
to shape the world.
