The Mosque

Between duel and chase,
those who are felled,
come to the Mosque.
Between duel and chase,
those who are crowned,
come to the Mosque.

Life’s warring factions,
for a brief victory’s spoils,
kneel in perfect pose,
to reach out to:
The One and Only invisible,
visible in the Mosque.

On a string of hope,
tied to their breath and depth,
tens, hundreds, thousands gather,
where the Mosque was born
to keep together,
God and God’s awkward man.

Geeta Chhabra