Mosque Unseen Until Heard
The silence by a cry was broken
The Muslim call to prayer
Another one in the east echoed
From the mosque over there…
Standing perplexed Id forgotten
This is the gateway of the east
Where it holds hands with the west
Land of the Imam and Priest.
I walked the short lane to where it stood
As they prayers echoed overhead
Not the Angeles which by it was inspired
But the Islamic call instead.
A ratting sound from farther down
Some Romany children with rattling toys at play…
I, a Christian, on this holy place,
To our common god, a prayer say