Swirl Angel

Art by Gustav Dore


I celebrate a rosary
Each century strung
upon a chain
forged craftily.
Count off the beads
in hundred years
Then comprehendingly enclose
the star hung birth
graced with the hopes
of Oriental kings
and guardians of flocks
on barren hills
A mother, wondering,
and radiant in a manger's straw
a new-birthed babe.
Tell of your beads
so down the torturous
winds of time
You yet may hear
that host of angels

        ~~Irene Dodge

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