right now

three billion souls are speaking to God

one invokes the name of Jesus

upon him peace

dreaming of Rome

another imagines Krishna in his mind

as she speaks her need

longing for Vrindavan

still another looks at his palms outstretched

as he invokes the Creator

yearning for the Kabah

each

an inhabitant of Earth

each

a sacred soul

each

believing they are heard

i worship the God Who Hears what i type

as well as the secret whispers within

Who Sees between the atoms of my liver

beyond the reach of scientific minds

Who Speaks to me through Arabic words

بَلَىٰ قَادِرِينَ عَلَىٰ أَن نُّسَوِّيَ بَنَانَهُ

the Lord of my fingerprints

in whose Hand is the cosmos

and everything beyond