I’ve heard that anger lives around hurt… I was hurt so I was angry… being angry, I felt entitled to the siding of God himself on my self-perceived wronged behalf… invoking curses upon my oppressors in his name was near out of my mouth and off my tongue when… Muhammad’s words came to mind… when he was being hunted and abused.. his companions pleaded with him… “invoke the wrath of ur lord upon them!” His answer…” I wasn’t sent here to curse, but to be a mercy.”… this example… how my heart longs to be like his… even to the worse, there was extended a rope of hope…did another great teacher not say it as well… “forgive them, for they know not what they do”… forgiveness… reflecting the very nature of 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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