People say not to judge a book by its cover,

Yet when you see me on the streets you judge me instantly and cross over.

You judge my loose garments as a sign of oppression,

It’s time to realise this is my choice of fashion,

Through the day to day trials,

My heart begins to harden,

I become separated, meaningless,
so much so I forget my own self.

As the time of remembrance approaches,
Hope hits my soul,

I remember You and light pours fourth into my heart, enlightening my being.

Everyday
Five times a day
Or even more should you choose
An opportunity
Unsurpassed
To connect with our Creator
To worship
To repent
To request
To protest
A direct hotline
To unburden our worry-load