By: Adeyemi Mariam Adesewa
Amid the sea of souls, my heart stood still,
Wrapped in a peace no worldly noise could fill.
Voices rise like tides at break of dawn,
Each Ameen a bird in heaven drawn.
My feet grows light on consecrated land,
As mercy lingers, guiding where we stand.
Every smile, each Salaam that passed,
Turn fleeting moments into prayers cast.
Here, faith glows bright without a flame,
A sun that warms the soul, yet bears no name.
Here, hearts recall the reason they were made,
And tongues find home in praises softly laid.
I come with prayers folded deep in chest,
With silent hopes tucked safely in my vest.
For Jalsa is more than days that fly
It is a path the soul walks long goodbye.
