Revelation, Muhammad, And The Ninth Moon
Muhammad had been retreating to The Hijaz for years.
Some of his “kith and kin” had not so secretly harbored fears
That the “once outstanding youth” had gotten rich and gone mad.
In public, their put on faces were sad,
But within their closed door circle of hypocrisy they were so glad
That this “young upstart’s” star was finally losing some luster,
That they made unkind jokes in their snobby, elitist cluster.
But, alone in the hills, away from phony foolishness and filibuster,
Zephyrs whiff and strong winds bluster;
And prophets angelically transcend upon the wind
To a level of perception only prophets can fully comprehend.
Muhammad was a prophet. So he could sublimely ascend,
And sit in on celestial gatherings most humans can not attend, lest we lend an ear To things we can not bear to hear.
Impure souls would be burned While attempting to sojourn
To such a height in order to learn What fallible souls can only yearn
To discover through precious prophetic intercession.
At this particular prophetic transcendental supersession,
On a certain afternoon of the ninth moon forty years
After Allah, Glory To My Lord’s Highness, brought sores and tears
Upon The Ethiopian Invaders and their elephant;
Muhammad received the first divinely revealed message sent
Since The Injeal of Jesus Son Of Mary.
Almost five hundred years had passed.
Then, at long last,
The Darkness was cleaved, and the Sun Shone once again
To graciously relieve we humans from the pagan oppression
Of not knowing The True Nature of The Infinite Unseen One
Who Has No Father, Mother, Daughter, Or Son.
This final Prophetic Scroll was called The Quran.
A guide to The Path Favors Are Upon.
Allah composed The Book on High, Himself.
It is cherished and kept on The Highest Shelf.
It was sent down by Allah through the Arch Angel Jabreel,
To fulfill Allah’s Promise and The Prophethood”s Seal.
To challenge conjecture and misguided zeal,
To act as a guidance, to instruct and to heal,
And to warn the contemptible self worshiping liars
About the consequential tortures of hell’s blazing fires.
While communing with nature, as only a prophet could,
Muhammad, as history tells us, was foraging for fire wood
When, there, looming
Large upon yonder horizon stood
A gigantic figure of a man.
It was no man.
The Arch Angel Jabreel, celestial and grand,
Had descended and took this form to issue The Divine Command.
Even the brave prophet
Who was wise to The Ways of The Spirit
Was awed by the breath taking sight,
And The Light surrounding it.
It was a mountainous being made of pure light.
And whether Muhammad moved his head left or right
He could plainly see
This lofty thing of celestial beauty.
“Iqra” The Command boomed Forth
Some say iqra says “read,”
Some say it means “recite.”
The sublimity of this one word is forever lost
To we poor souls of dim wit and sight
Who are unworthy to touch the hem
Of The Prophet’s famous cloak.
Furthermore, if we could see
The absurdity of attempting to invoke
A fantasy of the propensities of the celestial Jabreel,
We’d choke upon the word “Iqra.”
It was fatally staggering
What Prophet Muhammad saw.
A point of clarification raised by The Prophet
Brought the command home again.
Even the translation “to proclaim”
Does not begin
To take aim and then transcend to what really dawned
That day upon man and jinn.
Muhammad, who managed to stay focused through
This supernatural event akin
To Moses and The Burning Bush, and Jesus conversing with Prophets
Moses, sought clarification one more time.
In the most sublime, profound, and perfect
Meter and Rhyme
The Glorious Arch Angel spoke.
Those first few verses did invoke
Primordial memories and profound musings
By it’s Divine style, wisdom and wit.
I do not own to talent to relate it.
The reader would have to hear it.
And untrained eyes
Moving across a printed page, cannot hear.
And trained eyes who hold the knowledge
They possess to be invaluably dear,
Will testify that human voice and angel voice
Are most times worlds apart.
It takes a child of normal wit about one minute
To recite this first revelation by heart
Without any traumatic consequence.
But The Prophet experienced an empathic communication
With a celestial being who was personified Divine Illumination.
And because of the super celestial magnification
Of the messenger and the messages Divine Content
If the whole of it fell all at once the earth would have been rent.
As it was, what The Prophet heard and saw originally,
Allegedly caused him to experience pious quaking for days.
What a gift when a single ray from this super illuminated lamp
Seeps into our pitiful souls still blinded by the haze
Of seduction of Worldliness
Dressed up like a maiden bride;
Elitist egocentric mania;
Arrogance, false pride.
From that day for over 25 years, these revelations flowed forth
Through Muhammad onto the humanity like a tide.
That was over 1400 years ago!
At that time Muhammad was unknown.
But The Truth turns enemies to friends
And makes a “foreign” cause your own.
And with with natural help from God,
He conquered every foe.
That which was strange
Fourteen hundred years ago,
Are now known
Nearly everywhere one planet earth.
And only a bigoted fool could not see
What God’s words have been worth
To the moral evolution of humanity.
But there are still foes to show
The Benefit behind The Truth of Muhammad’s Mission
Which is turning each human soul towards total submission
Exclusively to The Lord of The Dawn
So we can be free from Satanic Slavery
And walk The Straight Path God’s Favors are upon
Together in dignity, humility, and bravery.
There will those who will hear and accept.
And some will close their minds and reject.
Regardless. What happened that day was real
And every year you can expect
Over a billion folks to fast from sun up to sun down to commemorate
When, the earth was in darkness in need of The Light,
So Allah sent from heaven
A most awesome sight;
An angel with a little book
That a holy man humbly took
And ate it up.
And it was in his mouth sweet,
And with it, foul superstition
This man did defeat.