Beads of Light

Beads of light
Drape from my neck
Like a rosary or mala,
Counting prayers or mantras or hopes
As I inhale,
Exhale,
Breathing divinity in whatever form
It’s offered—
Morning sun,
A warm room,
Quiet hours,
Green plants,
Meditative time.

I want to remember these beads
When I can’t see them;
I want to remember to count the ways
Divinity manifests in every moment.