The Mosque

I visited a mosque:
I was with a friend
Who needed to pray
Since we’d finished
Our activities
And it was now that time
Of day.
 
I followed him in;
There were spaces for
Hats and coats
And a side room for washing
He said that he’d be
About ten minutes
And that I was welcome
 
To look around the prayer hall-
But please could I
Remove my shoes.
I did so and went in
And was struck at the
Patterned carpeted,
The windows with arches,
 
A bookcase on the wall:
Just five men were there
(since it was not the main
Prayer time)
Two stood, three kneeled
All silently:  Loose fitting clothes.
There was something
 
Remarkably calming
And simple
About this:
Watching them pray to
A God who might
Or might not exist:
I make no judgement.
 
It was soothing for the soul
(and that was for me
Just watching)
They could have talked-
But didn’t-
Choosing instead to
Surrender that
 
Uniquely human ability.
Instead standing, kneeling,
Praying
Perhaps connecting to
The Earth
Acknowledging their
Vulnerability upon it.
 
MDC