A faithful green blaze
holds the darkness at bay.
Do you hear?
The long awaited call rings clear.
Repeat after me, ancient words of revere.
Mouth to mouth,
a timeless recount.
It stands tall, majestic.
Dwarfing all around it,
in authority if not size.
Its minaret pierces the skies:
a white obelisk glowing green.
The calls herald the coming day
guide the sun on its pathway
force the shadows to depart
in the skies and in our hearts.
They flock towards the beacon,
men, women and children.
Pulled by an unquestionable love
as old as the heavens above.
Eyes blurred with morning tears
yet faithfully clear.
Hearts heed the call “God is great!”
soaring in pride, in acceptance, in faith.
Footsteps tread the concrete
beaten by countless feet.
The air shudders with adulation
the trees, the stars, the moon:
their praises soar in elation.
The earth accepts the deference;
heads touch the floor in reverence.
Their doubts are still,
their purpose fulfilled.
They leave as dawn breaks,
the lightened sky and their hearts: