The Sound of the Mosque

Early-morning walk under a still darkened sky

I reached the end of the street where the tiled mosque reaches up, as if waiting for a glimpse of the Dawn

Normally a quiet giant, but on this particular morning I heard chanting coming from within…beautiful chanting

I rounded the corner and leaned underneath the slightly opened window where the sacred sound was gliding through

The neon signs of an all-night convenience store across the street flickered through the day’s first clusters of traffic

I mentally willed the rushing sounds to stop, as I lowered the hood of my woolen jacket to better hear

Does it sound like love?

And in a foreign tongue, the low-pitched singing continued on, delivering the sound of God…

It does…yes it does

DQ

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2 responses to “The Sound of the Mosque

  1. Beautiful thoughts. I have been reading your book, “Buddha in the classroom,” and thank you. Things are piecing up as I reflect on a particular saying of the Prophet. The angel Gabriel asked him what was perfection (ihsan) and he replied, “To worship Allah as if you see Him, and if you cannot achieve this state of devotion then you must consider that He is looking at you.”
    The act of seeing is in the “now!”. Thank you. Until the next discovery, see you…

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