I suspect he lacks the courage to love me
there are too many Muslims here
he says
as we stand,
fingers brush
brief and secretive
in a crowd full
of beautiful people
this congregation of different souls
different vessels
leaky boats
dots at various ports
encircling each other
gliding past one
another
wearied
travelers
seeking
solace
inner peace
rejuvenation
those scattered so far away from home
as we all gather here tonight
to raise the common spirit
a communal journey
through the spoken word
to invoke the great voice
that hums in each and every one of us
to summon the bright light
that
shines in each and every one of us
I feel a great rush
a spark
a shock
the familiar release of love
molecules
burning
expanding
overfilling
every chamber
every muscle in this room
but his
