The authentic poet – and have no doubt about it, Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore is that fabulous creature – works with the secret of language, which lies at the very core of what it is to be human, to be one of the sons of Adam. In this role, he has restored voices to what our dreary materialism falsely classifies as ‘inanimate’, and thus gives the stars, the winds and all manner of ‘things’ back their ability to ‘speak’, and, when they do, they simply sing the praises of their Lord, and surely there are few poets in our time whose theme has so consistently been the Divine. Indeed, the very fecundity of his imagination and the abundance of his output are in themselves his own response to the munificent generosity that is everywhere evident in a creation that sings so eloquently in these poems. In a dangerous and nihilistic age, far from cursing the darkness, Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore has consistently been lighting a host of joyous candles, showing the way through the darkness to those who would walk it.
(Written at Hajj Abdal-Hayy’s request for the back cover of a volume of poetry)