My feathered imam

my imam is a bird
 
he awakens me for prayer before the dawn
 
his call is gentle and rhythmic
 
like a loving whisper to the heart
 
he utters thanks to the almighty
 
he surrenders the day to his care
 
a little bird much larger than an angel
 
he lifts my spirit and guides me well
 
my imam brings down heaven
 
he sings a song of hope
 
he declairs the faith of generations
 
and humbly asks for help
 
and so I rise to join him
 
as we petition our common source
 
of life and strength and peace