A Spirit Anew

I proclaimed my takbeer to flow warm the constricted blood in your vessels

melodious was my recitation, thus was your heart at ease

By rukoo´ you clung tight to your knees until it's hinges creaked
and your fingers became immune to sensation

with emergence, I swore I heard "blessings be to My thankful slave"

you threw yourself before me, unafraid of your head being cast to that of a mule's

you sought forgiveness in glorification because that was all you knew to utter

῾῾Rabbi ighfir li, Rabbi ighfir li.᾿᾿

And again your fingers wrapped around the thread-bordering edges of the salī and pleaded for a sound heart

By salām–
you were the imām
and I was praying in congregation to a drenched prayer mat and a spirit anew