When I Think of Babes Asleep in Bed

By: Woodrow Lucas

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of tears I long to shed,

I think of the innocence in us all,

To cry and laugh and fall,

And get back up,

To endure in good times and times that are rough,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of alcoholic mothers getting healed,

So they can have the joy only the Holy Ghost makes us feel,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of heroines like Joan of Arc,

Who fought for light against the dark,

I think of men like Gandhi too,

Who made nonviolence into a cherished view,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of you and that smile you form,

When you hear a compliment about something you’ve worn,

I haven’t met you yet oh wife of mine,

But I know that we shall be one in time,

And I know that we shall shine,

Like the noonday sun,

And I know that we shall be together no matter what comes,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of the moon on starry nights,

I think of Eagles taking flight,

I think of those who fight for light,

I think of you dear children,

The miracle that God, your mother and I made,

I think of you in happy states, I think of you relaxing in shade,

I think of sunsets and beauty’s rays,

I think of wondrous days ahead,

This is how I think, when I consider babes asleep in bed,

I think of truths I’ve longed to know,

I think of butterflies flying to and fro,

I think of life in all its mystery,

I think of God who has allowed me to see,

Her love for all and our common destiny,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of trees that comfort us throughout life,

I think of peace bringing an end to strife,

I think of things my parents said when I was young,

I think of them tellin me, “Always try your best my son”

I think of tormented souls set free,

I think of blind men who dare to see,

The hope of love in all they hear,

And their courage to hold us seeing folks dear,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of the deaf and their beauty to hear,

A symphony in smiles and signs made just for them,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of men who’ve been paralyzed,

Who find great joy in children’s eyes,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of my uncle Woody dead,

Who I shall see again in splendor great,

And he shall embrace me and say well done namesake,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of all the music we’ll make,

As we praise the Lamb for the rest of time,

Oh babes in bed, fear not this life for it is your destiny to rise and shine!

Oh babes in bed, fear not this life, it is just a glorious time to learn,

And once you’ve learned enough you’ll rise,

Like billowy clouds forming from fog into the sky,

And you’ll know no more pain and your tears will be of joy,

When you rise from this slumber, when you rise from youth,

You will see the glory of your soul unloosed,

And you will fly like the angels from sun to sun,

Knowing that life’s trial you’ve won,

And that your time of toil is done,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of a future that’s already done,

For because of Jesus, the lives they shall live, they have already won,

And soon they shall rise from slumber to embrace the risen Son,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of a hope that shall never die,

That every soul who has breathed this earth’s air shall rise!!!

Birds of Flight

By: Woodrow Lucas

Wounded soul, I see you, I tell you you’re in the light,

As you writhe in unknown torment and live in fright of the night,

I see you feeling lost and discarded, as though no one sheds a tear,

As they see you suffering cold in the street, year after year,

But I tell you wounded bird, afraid in day and night,

God knows your name, God knows your pain, and God says you’re a bird of flight,

For your wounds are a type of training so that soon all the world will see,

The glory of you rising, rising like an eagle across the sea,

Wounded soul, I see you, as you feel the deafening pain,

Of the lamb of God who loved us all enough to be slain,

I know right now you feel insane,

I know right now you feel the rain,

But soon the sun will shine in your life,

And you will be free from the strife within,

And all will marvel at your glory, the glory that shines in great men,

Very soon now blessed bird,

You are about to take flight,

And you will be a master soul, like an angel in the night,

Take heart my wounded sister,

For soon your fright shall end,

And you will know God’s glory, the glory that shines in men,

And you will be a beacon, a beacon of God’s might,

For you dear one are chosen, you are a bird of flight,

And soon you will soar with the eagles, high flying with the clouds in the sky,

Soon my wounded sister, the light God’s been building in you will rise,

And none shall be able to question the brilliance of your light,

For you chosen few who suffer, you are God’s birds of flight,

So hold onto to the Son with all you have despite cold rainy nights,

For soon your light will shine like the stars and none will question with words of spite,

For they will know beyond a doubt, that God’s been with you from the start,

And that God chose you from the womb because of the beauty of your heart,

So fear not dear wounded sister for soon your wounds will heal,

And you will show the world around, that God’s love is really real,

For your compassion shall heal the masses from their ignorance and fright,

Fear not the night great soldier for you are a bird of flight,

And soon dear brother the pain you feel will be a distant memory,

And you will see the rising tide of children in joy and glee,

And you will know that you played a part in God’s great plan for all,

That allowed you to suffer so that you could help others that fall,

So fear not dear sister for soon your time shall come,

And all will see your glory, the glory of a rising Son,

And you will shed tears of healing,

And you will shed tears of might,

For your tears will be a river that baptizes souls in the night,

And you will know God’s fury, the fury of her love,

For any wounded child, for any wounded dove,

Right now your wings are wounded and you find it hard to fly,

But soon you shall be a beacon of hope, of hope for those who want to die,

And all the world will praise you, just like they praise the risen Son,

And you shall be a part of God’s plan to make his children one,

You shall rise like the sun,

You shall fight and you shall run, this race like a great inferno,

You shall fly and you shall rage,

Like a burning sage for this age,

Burning for the souls that feel,

The pain of this world’s rejection and of hatred’s foreign zeal,

Wounded dove of love fear not dear soul,

For your wounded for a reason,

And when your whole like the phases of the moon you’ll birth on earth a new season,

A season of reason,

A season of light,

A season of victory over the fright,

That currently haunts you day and night,

Fear not wounded dove of love, soon all shall see your light,

For you have suffered for a reason, as a chosen bird of flight,

And soon you shall fly with the clouds above,

And all shall marvel greatly at the glory of your love,

But for now just know that your season of torment is coming to an end,

And soon you’ll show the world that All God’s children win,

But until then, hope on forward against the terror of the night,

For you wounded dove of God’s great love, you are a bird of flight!!

I Speak a Heresy

By: Woodrow Odom Lucas

My friends I’m here to speak a heresy,

But I speak a heresy that’s wondrous, that’s thunderous,

That’s various and sundrous,

That’s everywhere and esoteric,

That burns so bright within me, that I must declare it,

I speak a heresy that forces you to question preconceived party lines,

That you have heard passed down by powers and rulers throughout time,

I speak of a Savior so humble that he needs that none confess,

I speak of a Savior so humble that he would rather free us from stress,

Than give us perfect thoughts like answers on a test,

I speak of women in labor, who know their children are safe,

Instead of headed to torment, to live as discarded wraiths,

I speak of a Jewish man from Israel and a Muslim woman from Palestine,

Coming together in marital bliss and love, marital bliss and love for all time,

I speak of homesexuals with Aids on death beds with no fear,

Because they know they’re heaven bound and that to their God they are dear,

And then I speak of pentacostals speaking over them in tongues,

And laughing in joyful praise as life comes back into their lungs,

I speak of blessed sisters who believe in eternal hell, succeeding, prospering, happy, and feeling well,

I speak of fools in folly,

I speak of wise in truth,

I speak of both, dancing in glee on the tops of roofs,

I speak of a kind of mercy that goes beyond belief,

I speak of Dad’s and Stepdad’s together hanging Christmas wreathes,

And you may call this a heresy, but to me it’s all I see,

Because love is all that matters, all that matters is you and me,

Seeing the love in each other as fundamentalists and atheists too,

All that matters is the love between us,

All that matters is I love you too,

You see this heresy is not a principle, it’s just a simple pledge,

To love with all we have, to love beyond reason’s edge,

And once we’ve loved enough, we’ll be untouchable, like Gay men coming of age,

We’ll be as characters of light, shining off of a blessed page,

In the book of life of the mighty lamb who for all of us was slain,

In the book of life of the mighty lion, the lion who endured our pain,

Where all names are written, where all souls abide,

Where we grab each other’s hands along this life’s wild ride,

And we hold unflinching to the love inside, abiding,

A love that burns so brightly, it is the reason for these words I’m writing,

This heresy is not a concept, it is not just an idea,

It is me telling you I love you and there is nothing to fear,

And I will proclaim this love within, until the day I die,

Because in the end, we all win, and all God’s creatures rise!!

This Autumn

By: Woodrow Odom Lucas

 

I can see technicolor sunsets,

And mothers with their babes,

I see my next door neighbors,

Smiling at the end of days,

I can see small bits of yellow and orange on the leaves,

I can see couples getting married in parks beneath the trees,

I see Muslim women covered in grace from head to toe,

I see little children singing as they sway to and fro,

I see men I used to see in stupors on the street,

In Luxury apartments replete with pants and shirts with pleats,

I see rainbows round the moon, caressing clouds above,

I see young bohemians falling in love,

I see doves along the highway as men give each other jumps,

I see breast cancer victims rejoicing by the disappearance of their lumps,

I see people who once heard voices, enshrined by the sound of praise,

I see joy overshadowing the shadow of malaise,

I see a gentle chill beginning to form in the air,

Portending of a Christmas where all of us can share,

The gifts that God has given us,

The gifts that make us shine,

I can feel it all around me,

The season that we’re in,

Where men embrace each other and friend reconciles with friend,

This fall like any Autumn has the smell of harvest fruit,

But there is some wondrous stirring in this season of this year,

It is so wondrous it makes me chilly and it helps me shed a tear,

For I can feel a great awakening appearing all around,

Where women, embrace their mothers and children play with glee,

I can feel a harvest reaping and sorrow eclipsed by raging sea,

And as the waves break by the horizon and the foam washes away our pain,

I can see my savior rising,

In the wounded souls of man,

I can see hardships forgotten, by time’s gentle merciful sands,

For this is a season of harvest like the world has never seen,

This Autumn the stuff of Christmas awakens us to a dream,

Of beauty we have longed for, for many many days,

This Autumn, time grabs us and says your waiting is now spent,

You have endured and you have prevailed,

It is now the time for peace and for ships of laughter to sail,

And I tell you, I can feel it,

My long journey’s end,

From a world of alienation to God’s full embrace,

I tell you this Autumn like no other is our season of Grace!!

Genesis Revisited

By: Woodrow Odom Lucas

In the beginning, the very beginning, there was a great void and a mind.  A mind that has existed from before consciousness.  And this mind was male and female.  And it existed in the brilliance of its own imagining forever and ever and ever.  And out of this mind, flowed a heart.  A heart that was male and female, and proclaimed the sound of love eternal.  And out of this love eternal flowed two children.  The King and Queen of Heaven.  Some call this King Jesus and some call this Queen the Holy Spirit.  And together, this mind and this heart, the Creator of all things and her children Jesus and the Holy Spirit, sang harmonies of blissful reckoning that made the multiverse.  Dimension after dimension of beauty flowed out of the song of this family. The Creator, male and female and his progeny Jesus and the Holy Spirit.  And these metaphors flowed into a Creation, a multiverse of dimensional bliss.  And out of this dimensional bliss, living matter came into being.  Living water.  Living trees. Living mountains. Living clouds. Living stars. Living quarks.  Living protons.  Living neutrons.  Living rivers.  Living imaginations.  Living causal and astral beings came into being from the sound of The Creator, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit singing their harmonies of gratitude for being into reality.  For every thought was a song, and every song, was a life, a symphony created from the beginning of all things to sing the praise of love forever.

 

In the beginning, the very beginning, there was a great void and a Creator. Imagining beautiful things into reality.  Receiving the praise of his progeny, Jesus and the Holy Spirit, the King and Queen of Heaven.  And out of this beauty mermaids and angels and guides and geniuses and rock stars flowed from their majesty.  And religions all over the multiverse began to form.  Hinduism, Islam, Judaism, Christianity, Wiccan, Buddhism, Atheism, Agnosticism, Scientology, Pop Music, Hip Hop, and Classic Rock began to manifest all over the creation and people sang songs of worship to the Lamb of God for his sacrifice that was, that is, and that is to come.  Some fasted for Ramadan, and others spoke in tongues.  But all knew the endless bliss of harmony.

 

In the beginning, the very  beginning, there was harmony and endless bliss.  And our triune God, Vishnu, Siva, and Krishna sang a song of endless bodhisattvas, sacrificing Nirvana to guide young saints to the light.  But then the people of God saw a great star in the sky, called the knowledge of Good and Evil.  And they started to worship the star instead of God.  And as they worshipped the star of the knowledge of Good and Evil they began to create from their own power, horrific beings of darkness.  For Evil was a knowledge never to be worshipped.

 

In the beginning, the very beginning, there was harmony and endless bliss.   And our triune God, Mother Earth, Father Sky, and the water of rivers and streams sang a song of harmony.  And all the earth and all of its people sang praises to their risen Savior.  The man who Allah calls Son.  The man who sacrificed all for all.  So that all could be free from the knowledge of Good and Evil.   But the people of earth, started to worship the knowledge of Good and Evil more than God and with this knowledge they created horrific beings of darkness out of their own power.  And these beings began to bring disharmony, and death, and accusation, and hatred to the earth.  And all of the power that God had given Woman started to turn in on itself and there was disease and death for centuries.  And people worshipped knowledge more than God.  And they made a book, called the Bible and they worshipped it as though it was God.

 

In the beginning, the very beginning, there was harmony and endless bliss.  And all the creatures of the multiverse, as diverse and unique as the stars in the sky, sang a song of harmony.  In creativity and technology and power and love and sexuality they sang their praise to Allah, the male and female creator and her progeny, Jesus and the Holy Spirit.  But a star in the sky was so dark, that it captivated their wills and they worshiped this star of the Knowledge of Good and Evil and they made a book and called it the Koran, and they worshipped it as though it was God.  And as they worshipped this book, they created demons of death and despair from their own power.  And these demons deceived them into thinking that God was a wrathful, judgmental God and so they became wrathful and judgmental.

 

In the beginning, the very beginning, there was harmony and endless diversity.  Some called God Allah .  Some Called her Holy Spirit.  Some called her Mother Earth.  Some called her the Great Beloved.  But all loved her.  And because they loved her, they loved themselves and loved each other.  But a star of Knowledge appeared in their consciousness, the star of the knowledge of Good and Evil.  And they worshipped the star more than God, and created insecurities and self-hatred, and accusation out of their own power.  And they began to curse each other.  And forget that for now we see as through a glass darkly but then face to face, for now we know in part but then we shall know as we are known.

In the beginning, there was God and all the creatures of the multiverse and endless light for eons and eons of light years.  And there was music.  There was Tribe Called Quest, Nat King Cole, Eddie Brickel and the New Bohemians, The Doors, and Janice Joplin.  And all of the bodhisattvas of God sang mystery upon mystery to the cosmos.  And the cosmos answered back with great explosions of praise, in the form of suns of love, joy, and peace manifesting in an instant.  But the creatures of the multiverse, saw a star in the sky called the Knowledge of Good and Evil.  And the creatures were captivated by this star. So captivated that they began to worship this star of the knowledge of Good and Evil and they created great darkness out of their own power.  And this darkness began to torment them day and night.  And the bodhisattvas of God cried out to Mother Sky and they said, “Father God, the creatures we guide are in torment and the darkness they created from their confusion haunts them day and night.  We need you to do something, for we have vowed not to enter Nirvana until they are free!!”  And it is at this moment, that the Lamb spoke a thunderous sound throughout creation, he said, “Mother, it is time.  It is time for me to make the sacrifice that we saw from the beginning of endless sunrises.  You must make me as man, an ignorant infant on one of the most primitive planets in the multiverse.  And I will live a life of torment at the hands of these imaginations that our ignorant children have created out of their confusion.  And I will die at their hands.  And embrace darkness and make it my own.  I will inhale their darknesss so that one day, all shall be light once more.”  And Allah heard him and said, “Son, you are mighty and brave to make yourself as an infant when you have been from before the beginning.  Go to this planet earth, and redeem creation, as we knew you must from before the beginning.  I will let you go, for I know you will prevail.  But I will send your Queen with you and she shall be a comfort to you as you suffer.

 

In the beginning, the very beginning, there was the sound of music.  And all danced endless dances of harmonious embrace.  But the creatures of God, in their confusion imagined a great darkness into reality with their power.  And God in her infinite mercy would not force her love upon their will.  And so they suffered.  But when the angels of God could bear no more.  The Lion of Judah and his Queen the Holy Spirit descended upon a small primitive planet called Earth.  And the Lion suffered, for he was remade as an infant with only a distant memory of his past love, power, and soundness of mind.  And he lived among infants, fighting with every breath to regain the Christ consciousness that he required to save them.  And they in their confusion nailed him to a cross.  All darkness came to torment him.  For darkness knew that he was its ending.  And darkness was terrified of him.  And as Jesus embraced the darkness of all things on the cross, he spoke these words,”

Children of light it is for you that I fight,

For I am not the monster that would send you to endless hell,

I am the light of God incarnate that came to make you well,

Children of light it is for you that I fight,

For you are too young to be held accountable for this wrong,

You were made for song,

You were made to be strong,

You were made to live long,

You were made to see the sun in the sky,

And rejoice in its warmth and never die,

I am the lamb, I am the King of all things,

But even I serve love, to whom the angels sing,

I love you, I am not a tyrant,

And you are not fools,

Let go of your letter with its judgmental rules,

Just love and do no harm,

And all will be right,

For it is for you, my children, my infants that I fight,

I promise you, you’ll make it,

For I never had a doubt,

In your destiny forthcoming,

To in blissful resonance shout,

Praises to me with the name that you know,

And grow in your love and reap love as you sow,

And don’t fear,

For it is out of my love and not my wrath that I am here,

For my wrath is but a moment, because it really is not true,

My wrath, is nothing more than you hating you,

You are made in my image,

And that image won’t fail,

Love cannot be beaten and love will prevail

Children of light it is for you that I fight,

And I’ve won, for darkness is but an illusion that all will overcome,

I’ve seen it from the beginning , and now it is fact,

You live to rule,

You live to dream,

You live to dance,

You live for freedom and my timing is exact,

For your confusion was but a moment,

In your everlasting song,

An opportunity for you to learn right from wrong,

Your suffering was a creation of your own growing pains,

But soon your joy will outstretch horrors stains,

For in the end all will make it,

And it’s true, I’ve made it so,

Live life it is a moment so you can learn and show,

The creation a light so beautiful that it glories you forever,

Have no fear my children for we soon we shall be together,

And the Knowledge of good and evil will be in our distant past,

As we all sit together and drink of love’s repast.”

And after Jesus finished speaking.  He gave up the ghost.  And descended to deeper darkness to preach the gospel to hell’s host.  And then on the third day, he rose.  And rose again.  And ascended to his mother to receive the joy she had.  For a son, who loved his son’s so much that he died and rose for them.

 

And at first, there was great confusion.  For the children of God had a difficult time letting go of the knowledge of Good and Evil.  They kept worshipping their Bible’s and Koran’s as though they were God. And there were many wars.  But the Lamb’s successful sacrifice was final and complete.  And so as time passed, love began to rise up in the daughters of man.  And human kind, began to realize that now we see as through a glass darkly and then face to face, that now we know in part and then we shall know even as we are known.  And this began to happen throughout all the planets and dimensions of the multiverse.  And the great bodhissatvas of our time, rejoiced and cried tears of Joy.  For Nirvana was finally theirs.  And all creation sang a new song.  Different lyrics.  Different understandings.  But one euphonious sound of Joy!!!!

In the beginning, the very beginning, there was a great void and a mind.  A mind that has existed from before consciousness.  And this mind was male and female.  And it existed in the brilliance of its own imagining forever and ever and ever.  And out of this mind, flowed a heart.  A heart that was male and female, and proclaimed the sound of love eternal.  And out of this love eternal flowed two children.  The King and Queen of Heaven.  Some call this King Jesus and some call this Queen the Holy Spirit.  And together, this mind and this heart, the Creator of all things and her children Jesus and the Holy Spirit, sang harmonies of blissful reckoning that made the multiverse.  Dimension after dimension of beauty flowed out of the song of this family. The Creator, male and female and his progeny Jesus and the Holy Spirit.  And these metaphors flowed into a Creation, a multiverse of dimensional bliss.  And out of this dimensional bliss, living matter came into being.  Living water.  Living trees. Living mountains. Living clouds. Living stars. Living quarks.  Living protons.  Living neutrons.  Living rivers.  Living imaginations.  Living causal and astral beings came into being from the sound of The Creator, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit singing their harmonies of gratitude for being into reality.  For every thought was a song, and every song, was a life, a symphony created from the beginning of all things to sing the praise of love forever.  And out of this symphony, among the glorious creatures of the multiverse, human kind came into being.  And for a little while, human kind lost its way.  But all things work together for good for those who love the Lord and are called according to his purpose.  And so human kind, found it’s center and became a glorious beacon of light for all creation.  For deep down we all love the Lord and are called according to her purpose.  I mean think about it?  Who can help loving a God who loves us as much as she does?

Amen!

 

My Spiritual Journey to Universalism

By: Woodrow Odom Lucas

As a youngster, I attended an Episcopalian Church.  I was an acolyte and sung in the choir, and really enjoyed church, but I had little to no conscious comprehension of God or God’s love for me.  I more had a sense of justice, karma, and compassion, but I really did not identify with a personal God.  As a teenager, I excelled in life, and experimented with drugs to get a sense of a “higher reality” but still did not really have a consciousness of God.  I never talked about God or thought about God.  Yet when I wrote poetry almost as a subconscious impulse God would come up as a part of my messages.

 

When I was nineteen years old, while attending Northwestern University, I was in my parents basement watching Ben Hur and when the shadow of Jesus’ Cross fell on Ben Hur’s leprosy ridden sisters and healed them, I broke down in tears and threw my hands up to the ceiling and said, “My whole life is yours.”  Still even in that moment, I had little sense of what I had done.  But after that, I started having subtle mood swings and could feel painful sensations in my stomach.  Throughout college, my knowledge of God grew.  I started feeling the Holy Spirit not knowing what it was.  But it would guide me into truths.  It showed me the injustices of this world through my course work in Sociology and Political Science at Northwestern.  And I would feel the Holy Spirit whenever I wrote poetry.  The Holy Spirit would come upon me and I would write stream of consciousness.  But I still didn’t have a a definitive sense of what or who God was.  I had a hostility for Christendom because of the hypocrisy of the Christian right.  And I was convinced that God could not be contained to one religion.  I suppose one might have defined me at this point as a pluralistic agnostic who was guided by the Holy Spirit.

 

When I graduated from Northwestern, I married my college sweetheart and had my first child, Autumn.  I also joined a church and gave my life to Jesus.  This was when I first encountered Universalism.  I was reading the scriptures and I came upon John 14:6 where it says, “I am the way, the truth, and the life, no one comes to the father but by me,” and I thought to myself, “Well if that’s true then he’ll save us all for sure.”  But as I started becoming more immersed in the culture of my church and I accepted my call to preach the Gospel I quickly forgot this revelation and the way the Holy Spirit touched me when I thought it.  I quickly became indoctrinated in the notion that all who didn’t confess Jesus before death would writhe in torment forever.  As I came to this understanding, my yearning to preach the gospel grew exponentially.  I was on buses and trains and sidewalks preaching Jesus as Lord.  Everywhere I went, I was asking people,” Do you know Jesus as Savior?”

 

And then one day, I was ministering to a prostitute and man in a drunken state said, “Don’t you know that hell is just a disinfecting place.”  When this man said this statement, I felt the  Holy Spirit all over my body.  But it was as if my desire to become a big time Christian preacher and my comfort at the acceptance that I had in the Christian community overrode this sensation that what the man was saying was true, and I turned to the prostitute that I was ministering to and I said, “Now that was a false prophet.”  As time continued, I began to experience demonic oppression and mental illness symptoms and I had to move back in with my parents in Omaha, Nebraska.  This was a very dark period in my life.  But was truly the beginning to me embracing Universalism once and for all.

 

While living in Omaha, I was too afflicted with suffering to Evangelize and so one day, I grabbed my wife’s hand and I said, “God, please write every human being’s name who has ever existed, exists right now, or ever will exist on the earth in the lamb’s book of life.”  I believe that this prayer was beginning of the scaffolding of eternal hell beginning to fall off of me.  Because I was able to see that if I touched and agreed with someone in a prayer for all to be written in the lamb’s book of life, then that negated eternal hell completely.  Still, I suffered for more time.  And then when my suffering was intense, I prayed another prayer that reflected the scaffolding of eternal hell dismantling within me.  I prayed to God, “God if people in hell are suffering worse than I am right now, then please free them from hell as soon as possible.”

 

After that, scriptures started opening up to me, and I began to see Universalism in the Bible.  The verse from 1 Peter where Peter states, “For this reason was the Gospel preached to them that are dead, that they may be judged according to the body but live according to God in the Spirit” opened up to me and convinced me that human beings had longer than their earthly life times to confess Christ.  Then scriptures like Philippians chapter 2 started to speak to me in a different way.  When Philippians 2 states, “For this reason God has given him a name above every other name that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow and tongue confess that Jesus is Lord to the glory of God the Father,” I started to realize that that bowing and confessing is not an involuntary forced confession, but rather an awe filled and joy filled confession and bowing that stems from seeing the true glory of the Savior revealed.  It was at this point, that I surrendered to the truth that God has and will save all.  And on May 31st, of the year 2002 I wrote the poem below as a declaration to my new found hope.

I Dream a Dream

Dear friend my brother true days end approaches,

I can hear the wind chimes whisper as the summer storm encroaches.

I can hear the crickets laughing and the locusts telling tale,

The neighbor’s dog is barking and blue sky is growing pale.

And as the clouds begin to crowd us and the dusk begins to rise,

Look at me dear brother closely and see tears well up my eyes.

For a kingdom in me stirring speaks of beauty just outside.

And just as simple as a sunrise or the changing of the tide, I Dream a Dream.

Dear brother if you had been there through the trials discontent,

When I was locked up hearing voices and my will to live was spent.

When cold stillness was a nightmare and the silence spoke of screams,

And I could find no peace about me as my thoughts would fade to fiends.

If you had been there in that winter where my heart was bitter cold,

And my soul was filled with torment at the thought of growing old,

You would know then of this laughter.

I Dream a Dream.

I dream a dream of children laughing and this summer storm that’s coming,

Of raging winds and crackling thunder and joy’s bright river running.

I dream a dream of Pennsylvania, running up a mountain’s stream.

And as I jump from rock to rock and see the running water’s gleam.

I Dream a Dream.

I dream a dream of healing wonders and of freedom to the lame,

I dream a dream of wild fury and of things I long to tame,

I dream a dream of us as brothers from sea to sea and land to land,

Us framed in love and locked in laughter as we embrace clasped hand in hand.

I dream a dream that every baby that’s been taken from the womb,

Would come to one day know their Savior and be saved from coming doom.

I dream a dream of Sunday boat rides and of Saturday ice cream,

I Dream a Dream.

I dream a dream of river’s power welling up from deep inside,

And of the joy to see in splendor all the saints of old that died.

I dream a dream of Dickens’ endings and of Langston’s poetry,

I dream a dream of Maya Angelou and Coltraine’s reverie.

I dream a dream of Friday card games,

And of rafting in white water.

I dream a dream of morning fishing and of playing with my daughter.

I dream a dream of days spent working at a job you work and love,

I dream a dream of clear night twilight from the twinkling stars above.

I dream a dream of world cup soccer where everybody wins,

I dream a dream of Jesus Christ, his love that saves me from my sin.

I dream a dream of all night dancing to the sounds of latin beat,

I dream a dream of saints on fire bearing witness in the street.

I dream a dream of life dear brother, a life I almost gave away,

I dream a dream of second chances and the hope of dawning day.

And you dear friend come join me,

Come and dream this dream with me,

And we will be as sons of light for all eternity.

 

For 15 years I have been a Universalist.  And I have been through many trials, tribulations, joys, highs, lows, and epiphanies.  But always, I return to the sublime sound of all people praising love in unison at some point over the course of eternity.  Different songs, different understandings, different personalities, but one sound of Joy!   It is for this reason, that I spread Universalism even more than I spread Jesus.  Because Jesus is Lord no doubt, but people need to know that there is someone in existence who loves them enough and is powerful enough to ensure their eternal happiness.  And this eternal happiness is not just for some,  but for all!! Amen!!

Sun

By: Woodrow Lucas

Sun, tomorrow I will not be able to see you for a brief moment, reminding me of your beauty and necessity.

Sun, when I feel darkness I smoke a cigarette on my porch and I feel the heat of your rays shining into my soul.

Tales of old haunt me son, and loneliness has sometimes trapped me,

But your voice deep within me shows me the way,

One turn\s away 1000, and two turns away 10000 and I still wait for that mate to my soul to ignite me towards works of service unknown.

Sun when I feel darkness, I smoke a cigarette on my porch and I feel the heat of your rays shining into my soul,

Son my sadness is great sometimes,

For the enemy has stolen with ignominy,

But your voice deep within me shows me the way.

Son, sometimes I get tired, but your light shines brightly within me, waiting for breakthroughs.

And as you rise in the early morning of my reckoning,

I know Joy!!!!

Jesus is my God

By: Woodrow Odom Lucas

Jesus is my God and Jesus is Love,

He is the answer to all riddles, he is all our problems solved.

And not hell itself will ever shake my resolve.

To fight to the death and after that,

For this name of love abounding,

For this music resounding,

I will fight with all I am for his love to spread to all,

For he died in absolute misery so that none would fall,

He saved my soul from torment and taught me how to fight,

So that I could be a mighty soldier,

A soldier for the light,

Jesus is my God and Jesus is love,

And love is my obsession, love is my quest,

And until all know love, I will not rest,

For I have been tested by the fire and came out alive,

And soon we all shall rise,

For a mighty warrior came and died yes it was some time ago.

But his beauty and his spirit continues to flow,

For when he rose from the depths of torment,

He became a mystery,

He became love incarnate and joy for you and me,

And soon he shall redeem all things, you’ll see,

Until then it is the lamb of God for whom I fight, with love in flight,

Until it is for the lamb of God that I wave my swords of light,

Just open up your heart and ask for his love to come in,

And you’ll see that because he won,

We all win!!!

The One

I truly believe that all you need to be whole and content in this life is a higher power who you believe loves you and who you believe loves everyone else too.  Maybe your higher power is the sacred Gaia, or maybe even your higher power is science and empiricism.  All you really need to be whole and content in this life is belief in something larger than yourself that keeps your soul stable.  But I tell you, there is a man, who was born of a virgin who embraced misery so that none might know misery.  This man is beyond equal.  No one no matter how great, no matter how wise, no matter how powerful compares to this man.  Is it fair that God would choose a man and not a woman to be the greatest that ever lived or ever will live? Is this fair? I am not sure? I am not God? But there can only be one chosen one, the rest of us are just one of many.  There is only one Messiah, the rest of us are just Avatars or Bodhisattvas.  The rest of us are just one of many.  But he is the one.  This a great mystery.  But my very DNA cries out to Jesus of Nazareth.  For there can only be one chosen one.  And this man came to me when I was strapped down on a gurny after a 3 month delusional episode in Christiana Hospital and said, “Now we take it day by day my son” and together me and Jesus of Nazareth have taken it day by day and now I am free and whole and true.

I truly believe that all you need to be whole and content in this life is a higher power who you believe loves you and who you believe loves everyone else too.  And many can fulfill this role.  Allah, the Buddha, Vishnu, Siva, Babaji, Adamas of Telos, Yogananda, Mary, the Holy Spirit, Mother Earth, the Sacred Beloved.  For there are many saints and deities who are full of love and power, but there is only one whose love was great enough to become an infant, so that he could show us the way out of our infancy.  Yes it is true that there are many Bodhisattvas who forsake Nirvana until all have come into bliss and that is beautiful.  But there is only one who became evil so that he could overcome evil for us all.  There is only one who became misery, so that he could save all from misery and there is only one who embraced hell to ensure that all would one day be free of it.  You see only one Avatar, only one Bodhissatva had enough love to ensure that none, not one would be lost forever.  It is this God that I serve.  As I said, all you need to be content and whole on the earth is a higher power who loves you and who you believe loves everyone else too.  But if you want to know the man who imagined your DNA into existence trillions of years before the concept of a year existed, then give your life to Jesus.  I promise you that in the end, you won’t regret it!!

The Voice

There is a voice inside of us,

That’s hard to hear because of fear,

But if you trust and hold on tight,

This voice is louder than the fright,

This voice is love and wisdom too,

This voice is God,

This voice is you.

And if you follow knowing too,

Then there’s no telling what you’ll do,

So when you doubt and fear abounds,

Turn to yourself and hear God’s sounds,

Showing you a better way,

So that in peace you’ll always stay.