Addas: A Poem For The Prophet’s Birthday


In The Name Of God: The Infinitely Merciful and Compassionate Beloved Lord

I saw you there, feet bloodied and raw
Aghast at the display of man’s deep flaw
As you sat there in rest and shade from sun
My master gave me task to see it done

“Take these to him, our distant cousin true.
Do not avoid this task. So see it through.”
And so I brought you grapes, so fresh and sweet
A welcome gift as you – from hate – retreat

As blood and sweat do flow from foot and shin
You take my my gift, still reeling from great sin
Mine eyes do widen when I hear from thee
“In Name of God.” An act with which I agree

“How say this phrase? Your kith this word eschew.”
“From where does brother hail? Please tell me true.”
“From Nineveh do fathers flow in line.”
“Ah! Land of Jonah grand, O friend of mine!”

“How do you know of Jonah? Your kith does not.”
“He is my kin; we both are in God’s lot.”
At once I saw a thing not seen before
A light that shone, so bright, like those of yore

And then I fell to kiss your holy hand
I knew that I beheld a Prophet grand
My masters did then come, with anger bold
“What was this? Your foul move we did behold!”

“The man that sits beneath that tree with shade
His countenance has light that God has made!”
“Leave not your ways!” They say with scorn
“‘Tis best,” they say, “to keep on path that’s worn.”

“But nay! This is the path of light, you see
The path of love, of grace, felicity!”
Though sad, was I, when you did wince in pain
When paths did cross, ’twas my eternal gain!

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