Someone Else's Prayer

Yesterday I sat on the edge of a waterfall.
The water was so clear I could see down to the rocks, to the dirt, to the bottom.
And I could see a strand of beads.
Upon retrieving them, I washed the grime away, and the little roses revealed themselves,
and I realized it.
This was a rosary.
This was someone's rosary.
This was someone's wish.
Someone's prayer.
Someone's hope.

I had wanted to keep the beads and repurpose them, but it felt wrong.
It was wrong.
I was an intruder.
So I cast them back into the pool of icy water - with a prayer:
A prayer for the person who first threw the rosary.
Hoping I could re-awaken some hope.
Hoping their prayer was answered. If not,
Hoping this could lead to a second chance.