Then there are poems which come to you in sleep’s stupor
This is one such poem
Forgive my impertinence…
You live in my prayer
So frequently I plead for you
That He knows your name
Better than any of His prophets’
You live in my prayer
In between late night whispers
Of oft-repeated verses
You live in my prayer
Through sacred chants
And in incense infused dreams
You live in my prayer
You seal my faith
On every path of belief
You live in my prayer
Life after life we shall meet
Even the separator hesitates before me
You live in my prayer
You live in my call to prayer
You live in my prostration
You live in my prayer
Blurring the distinction
Between who I pray to and who I pray for
You live in this idolatrous soul’s prayer
You live in my prayer…
(This is my most audacious poem as yet)
SONYA KASSAM 
I honestly can’t remember the last time I prayed, but this really resonated with me for some reason. Beautiful, as are all your poems….
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Thank you 💞
Perhaps you do pray without realising that you are praying 😉
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Love this!
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Me too!
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I’m going to send you something I think you’ve missed, if you don’t mind giving it a read?
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Ah, never a need to ask. I’ve seen it already :)
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I thought it’d be up your street :)
Thanks!
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Sonya,
Well done and beautifully written, you touched my soul!
Cathie
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Thank you Cathie! It’s a great feeling to have touched your soul :)
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Love the concept of having the same first line. It gives the poem power.
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Thank you for that feedback Max.
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What a beautiful and powerful poem. I love those words that “come” as we are waking up. To me they are always the best.
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Thank you for reading and your lovely comment Karuna. Karuna means empathy, am I right?
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You never cease to amaze me with your creativity and unique flow. Another great one.
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That is a beautiful compliment…thank you Sreejit!
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Idolatry may be one perspective on the blurring of the lines described, but Tawhid is the other, for me, more deserving perspective… and if that be the case, oh to live in your prayers!
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Oh, my God.
I can’t really explain what this was. to me. but if I try to put in words it will be that this was very different, real, excellent.
*sigh*
I love your poetry, amazing person.
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Wow thank you so much!! Coming from a wonderful writer like you Maria, it means a lot :)
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My pleasure! Honestly, you are one of those writers I look up to for inspiration. Your writings speak to me. :)
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Very noble poem
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Thank you!!
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You’re very deserving
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loved this so beautifully written, we all are liven on a prayer, may all our prayers come true, Amen.
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Thank you Akhiz for your gracious comment. Yes indeed, may all prayers come true, but sometimes prayers are unfulfilled for a reason.
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yes you are right, and in our haste we often forget that, there is always a purpose.
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I pray that your prayers are answered.
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And in return I pray that your prayers are answered, so that my prayers …
:)
From the bottom of my heart I thank you for that wonderful wish, Sean.
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Dear Sonya,
Thank you for this audacius poem! What an atmosphere in which to live, a prayer.
All good wishes,
robert
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I was about to sleep last night when I came across a random quote and somehow the words just spilled out. Though I was very sleepy, I scribbled the poem in my notebook.
The quote was:
“The two best places to live are either in someone’s heart or in their prayers” ~ Imam Ali
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Dear Sonya,
Thank you for sharing this with us from Imam Ali. There is so very much profundity embedded in that quote.
There is a peculiar inspiration in that near-sleep, hypnagogic state.
All good wishes,
robert
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I love your poem about prayer, Sonya.
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Thanks a lot Ranu
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