Lord of Worlds

Allah is One, perfect
And yet they always ask:
"Why did the God not grant us perfection?"
"If it be perfect and creator?"
"How did it decide...?"
"To let us die a death, or primal stars collide?"
"Why do babies cry?"
For how could we press on?
With the knowledge that we will suffer still
Starving, sick, diseased and bleeding
Avalanches falling, crush the unsuspecting
Animals are slaughtered, eaten and betrayed
For all of the support they gave

We face the ancient stone of sadness
In mortality, our filthiness
And only One to make us pure
One to give us sustenance
Why would such a One
Not grant us of perfection 
In experience and action?
In existence and perception?
Through every earthly passing second? 

From One came everything
Every facet and dimension
Expansion and contraction
Unity and faction

Had we been granted everything
The keys to every opening
Closeness to the only thing
That separates dualities
Never knowing suffering
All recovery, uncovering

We would then be limitless
As singular and infinite
Without protector, or need thereof
As perfect and as powerful 
As one, alone, impossible
Where would such sublime creations rest?
At what station of which process?
Where in time? Without
Slipping all together, merging into one
Joining in existence, into the original
Into one, in principle
All things equal and returning
We would be as one
With nothing else remaining
With ultimately nothing else
Yet here we are, created.

Only One of anything
Is truly only one
Only One truly "only One"
Almighty, single, indivisible
An only individual
Powerful, Compassionate and Merciful.