The Measureless Rosary

Eternity has neither start nor end.

Eternity streams quite above, beyond.

It is as if unnumbered loopings bend

So start and finish have forever dawned

Together.  DNA curves back upon

Itself, its Alpha and Omega one.

A snake whose mouth and fangs are drawn

Consuming both its tail and head crawls spun

By Fates, whose spinning wheel sends out

Snake threads with all beginnings and all ends.

From these millennia and eons spout.

A scissorless and senseless numbness blends.

  The small things—life and death and God—are there.

    Eternity prevents the hope in prayer.

~ Phillip Whidden