Submitted by : Naziyah Noor Mahmood on Salaat

Deepest slumbers, gently nudged, by the softest voices of my travelling conscience;
“Awaken, my sweet, come to prayer, come to salvation”
The words rolling through the skies, over the hills of atonement.


Fading moon, rising sun, light kisses on their mutual passage through time;
“Cleanse your soul, illuminate your being, I am waiting”
A gap in the dawn, veiled by the radiance of His Majesty and Grace.


Silent struggle, standing tall, ascending towards self purification;
“Spiritual cleansing, physical ablution, absolved from worldly bounds”
An incandescent aura, emanating from every limb and every motion.


Open soul, intimate words, a liberation through prostration;
“Free yourself, share your tears, I am here”
An elevated state, reached through the humbling gestures of adoration.


Rising up, heart content, facing the day with a reinforced hope;
“I am with you, I have always been with you, and always will”
Sweet whispers of the sunrise that ready me for my lifelong journey.


“…I am here”



© Naziyah Mahmood, 2014
(Blog post: http://naziyahmahmood.wordpress.com/2014/08/31/whispers-of-the-sunrise/ )