06 September, 2004

A Friday Prayer

Before the afternoon sermon was a starter
God had sat quietly on the corner,
His mien still dripping with wudhu water
His eyes spectacled in unknown sunglasses

Standing up on the altar was the preacher
to take out his brushes and paint in anger
onto the canvas of otherwise pristine minds
"His face, everybody!" so cruel and malignant

Ending the sermon, he asked every single one of us
to amien all the good things he slyly begs from Him

posted by nad

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