Wishes and prayers… nothing but words and ashes in the wind? No, I don’t believe so… my prophet taught us about divine destiny being the playing out in creation of the work of God’s pen. He also taught though in a way found contradictory by doubters and skeptics that sincere prayer if accepted could change what was written for us. This isn’t accepted by all, but for me, I bow to it as my reality because for me it means that no effort of a persons heart to ask the great Spirit, Allah, Yahweh etc to intervene in the worldly or spiritual affair of another is wasted time or a act of wishful thinking. That our Sublime Creator and heavenly caretaker does see, hear, and respond to what he wills of our calls to him in our varied human ways of prayer. How lost was I, in an apartment in the cities years ago, alone and high on Cocaine all night, hiding in a closet super paranoid from neighbors just walking down the hall. I remember being obsessed with every little piece of drywall on the floor as if it were another rock i had accidentally dropped. I spend hour after hour in a compulsive frenzy, repeating the same foolishness of loading my make shift pipe and puffing on plaster and plastic trying to keep my insanity going smh… prayer…My mother?…My father?… some real friend? ..the angels?…I have no idea for real, but I’m almost certain that someone out there who actually cared about my old junkie butt was on their knees pleading my case for me while i was in that place, terrified that my heart would explode. I survived the ordeal… as I did many others as well. Whole point is though, many thought I was done. Once lost always lost it’s said by those who don’t know. Also, in my faith it’s said that the prayer offered by the neglectful or distracted heart isn’t responded to. It’s those words though, saturated in sincerity and earnesty, which emanate from a pure wishing of wellness from one person to another or others that gain the favor of the divine will… there’s nothing more beautiful than a believer begging for the help and deliverance of another human being overwhelmed by crisis…. at least these are my thoughts based upon my own spiritual tradition. That’s why although I’m ignored by many I really want to support, I try not to take it personally, but I continue to moisten my tongue in movement for them in prayer, calling upon God to do for them what they’re too lost to do for themselves…

Published by Pack Redfeather

I am a walking contradiction of traditions some say. An African American and Native American Muslim poet with a personal life history as violently turbulent as a Storm. A visionary from the bottom of life’s social barrel striving to share the hope found in the light of faith through sometimes dark but real poetry. I’m a former member of the Bloods street gang, former serial bank robber, and both federal/state prison convict. I live on my mother’s tribal reservation of the Leech Lake band of Ojibwe in Minnesota.

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