Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

The Call to Prayer

by Cindy Sue Lombard

The call to prayer echoes the streets and fills the air with sounds so sweet.
A melodic voice so passionate and deep.
So beautiful and strange, while some sleep.

The warm desert air gently moves my drapery sheers softly with romance and mystic of the Middle East.

The Mosque lit green and gold, the meaning is touching and old,only for Muslims do the stories unfold.
In my minds eye I see the men rise with their rug to fold, they wash their feet and enter the door from the East,and there Ala do they seek.

Twilight of morning, full moon and stars still seen, the call to Payer is heard and a moment has been.
It makes my heart and soul sing, as I sit and wonder what it all means.

The warm desert air gently moves my drapery sheers softly with romance and mystic of the Middle East.

Added: 20.04.2011

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