The answer… PR 50/50

In emotional pain I asked Allah, “ My God, why can’t I have the things that I want?”… in the silence of my room, on my knees with my head down, I felt him respond in my heart. “ Because if I were to give u these things for nothing they would mean nothing!… ur life and the meaning of ur life… would please me in nothing. Ur struggle I adore because u rage against defeat for me alone. U don’t give up because u both love and fear… me!… so keep proceeding forward back to me my servant… I’m here!” I looked up and smiled… and I whispered, “yeah, glory be to the one who gives meaning and true value to those who try. To hell with those “things” I’d rather have u anyway!”

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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