Oh u who willed me to be and set me on this great adventure called life! I Know now and acknowledge to U and to my own self that I had no hand in earning or deserving any of the innumerable blessings or acts of mercy and kindness that u’ve bestowed upon me. By my own estimation… I bear witness that no effort or action of mine, not even the ones on the surface appearing to be good are of any true note, worth, or value unless, having already known and seen the color of my soul’s intent, which is the true spring from which all of my actions flow, u’ve deemed it free and clear of conceit or deceit and have accepted it. I testify that this right is urs alone and no other’s! To accept or reject… to Pardon or to punish! Who are these people who threaten me with ur supposed rivals? With ur man manufactured partners?!… to people of vision and insight, mere tales and baseless mysteries, while ur authority and existence is made manifest in all that can be seen, heard, or felt. Without u there is no us! Is this not obvious?… u, who’s nature cannot wholly be bound in any book or oral explanation or tradition in any tongue. They marvel at my awe of u! How I cry sometimes when my face is on the floor imploring u to purify this heart of mine. How I give away my much loved wealth to those with none, just so that u might look at me with pleasure for attempting to imitate the generosity that u show us. How I won’t betray ur uniqueness and divine station over us as the Creator, sustainer, and maintainer of all that is… my Maker…. if only they knew ur name Al-Kaafii.. the sufficient one who is enough for us!.. enough for a lord, enough for a guardian, and protector, judge, and defender of the rights of ur creatures. Are u not enough as a watcher and a knower and a responder to the calls of those who call upon u? Partners??? With u??? Are not these partners people associate with u not created beings too? In who’s hand is the dominion of all things truly, urs or theirs? They are urs like I am urs… as like all else… urs… One God!

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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