from the hazy autumn wind
a winter chill does reap
and underneath my blanket-
coaxes me out of sleep;
into the ringing silence
words slowly start to bleed
"prayer is better than sleep
prayer is better than sleep"
distant voices blending in;
heaven's loud whispers in the air
a plethora of such harmonies
calling me to prayer
and through my bedroom window
(i find wonder in such sounds)
the noise of someone's yawn floats in and
water splashing on the ground;
my mind wanders to the cheerful sounds
that adorns Medina's streets;
in my thoughts, i wander in the thronging crowd
abandoning its sleep
- i woke up with such sounds, such thoughts
that is how my day begun;
and don't you know? God chose you & me
to wake up before the Sun
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