The Lonely Sentinals
The minaret stands oriental
Pointed graceful elegant
Its speaker fills the air
With praise of Allah at prescribed
Times throughout the day
Across the street the bell tower
Stands in Gothic splendour
Housing bells large and small
That peal a call to praise God
At predicted times and occasions
Throughout the day
Each a clarion sound unique
To itself and alien to the
The formless tapestry of
Chaotic sounds soaking
The neighbourhood
Each a sharp reminder
Unwarranted and unwanted
Poignant and necessary
In a world intentionally asleep
To the need to give and receive
Thanks
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2023-03-20 at 13:50
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