My kind of prayer

No one is up behind the clouds,
Man has no face, and no place but
The mind.

Let the lines meet and form an ark,
With head bowed down seeking answers
In palms.

Words are no content of the mouth,
They are what you think of inside,
Speak wise.

Save the world, find preachers a job,
Don’t go seeking what’s not lost, else
Suicide

Numerous hunger strikes and fast,
Doors knocked, tithe boxes fed, yet no
Response

There’s nothing to read in scriptures,
Fight your wars, lose some, fight some more,
You’ll learn

There’s no ‘halal’ without ‘haram’.
Reason I pray, to seek comfort
Inside.

Tomide Abdul