Pulled to Prayer


~ Pulled to Prayer ~

A holy love is approaching:
between your eyes, a sun,
I look shyly as it strikes me
with some gentleness that
throws me to the ground,
the humbling haven
of vertiginous minds.
Every breath taken,
the Qur’an descends again:
every surah, a blessing
the unseen and the seen recite
for our heart to be purified.
The motions of planets
are prostrations too!
The very phenomenon
of gravity weaves an
unending prayer mat for
all humanity but we understand not
such bewildering subtlety.
Shadows of men know better,
from sunset to break of dawn,
prayerful, they bow in obedience
upon the diaphanous rug.
One who has intelligence
models himself after the Prophets,
alayhum salam.

(Poem excerpt from Nocturnal Light)

© 2003 Aïda Touré


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