One road to the One God

My way to u… to u alone…the source of all of this. The maker. The originator. The decider. I’m on a road nobody understands… even myself at times fumbles in comprehending why this should be so important. What’s the point… what is there to see or come to know for real. I’ve been called by a man to seek u out my God. He said if I searched I would find u… and if I asked u to guide me that u would. He said ur name is The appreciative one. The one who would never push or turn away the face seeking to face ur own…. that’s me here now my lord… that’s why I’m on this road I’ve been told that leads to ur pleasure. “Worship the lord God alone, who made u alone, without partners or associates for he has none!” that blessed man said. No other way to him but him alone… nothing else in all of creation holds my soul in its place like those words. I’ve been told that u me see coming. Sometimes running, sometimes walking, sitting, or even as I lay asleep at the roadside. U are with me in my waking moments and also in my dreams. How could I ever desire to adore another with such a burning within me as I do when I look at the universe and all of creation and say to it all “we all come from the same hand!”… I hear others cut u into parts and pieces and numbers in their speech and explanations of u and ur nature and it enrages me! they dissect through dialogue what they could never in an eternity of thought and contemplation come to know!… are u not the supremely great?! The almighty one over the throne?! The greatest of all mysteries ever?!…men can’t even agree to explain the origin of their own souls and seek to explain urs!… I’m on this road my lord… I’ve abandoned all hope in their anthropomorphic creeds. If it’s not u alone, my heart’s doors are all locked. I would not hear of sons or daughters…. I would only hear of the master of the house and all the servants of his house; for u are none to share ur ultimate authority with any from amongst those u’ve created. Which is all of us. I bow to that… that is the name of my faith to u… ur hand over my hand… ur will over my own… submission… hearing and fighting the world, with all it’s seen and unseen dark forces,, and even the darker side of my own soul to obey. So Welcome me yaa Allah!… Lord of all the worlds….I’m coming!

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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