To my enemy, as long as our swords aren’t drawn upon each other and we’re not engaged in combat, if u fell i most certainly would help u to ur feet…why would I do this u ask? Because I believe it was my lord himself who put the stone before ur foot to trip over just for the reason of trying us both. For me it’s to test my professed heart’s compassion… and u?… Perhaps if arrogance would compel u to push away a sincere and helping hand, even if it were ur avowed enemy’s. For I believe truly, that the lord would rather have compassion and humility spring forth and be shown between us, than the supposed holy shedding of our mortal blood in his name… 50/50

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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