Bones and Beads

There's a wicker bin in a blue flame corner. Overflowing onto rooftops of broken homes. Empty hospital beds - the echoes from bomb craters. Into war zones and shrunken veins of hopelessness... A billion words in the bin-wrapped in burlap ribbons. Sewn into the satin fabric of faith. Pulsing with heartfelt wishes. Rosary beads ground into fingerprint whispers. Filling with tears and desperation. There's a bin in a forgotten corner. Overflowing with the bones of unanswered prayers.