THE ROSARY The ash logs blazed behind us, as we knelt down to the family rosary on the cement hearth floor. One prayer stays with me still: Angel of God, my guardian dear, to whom God's love commits me here, ever this night be at my side, to light and guard, to rule and guide. The climb upstairs to bed afterwards, was made easier as we watched the dark shadows jump off the wall from the shimmering candle light. -- Mary Guckian, "The Road to Gowel."