Wednesday, July 01, 2009


At first light the call comes:
Leave your beds and pray.
Lilting across the roofs
At first light, the call comes.
House windows light
Up as the faithful rise.

At first light the call comes.
Kneeling and prostrate
Hear how they murmur:
"Beloved, be with us
Allah, grant that we may
Remember you always."

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Michelle Johnson said...

A nice, simple prayer beautifully written.

The Warrior Poet said...

The call of the muezzin always brings joy and happiness, very beautifully described in this poem.