The Sound of Fury

By: Woodrow Lucas

There is a sound of fury rising throughout the land,

A sound of fury rising for how man is treating man,

A sound of fury about hidden histories that some cannot face,

Of mass genocides and exploitations based on race,

The masses have had a taste of freedom,

And they like the savor of equal wages and a hope that if they fall,

There is a way to survive and thrive for us all,

There is a sound of fury rising throughout the earth,

That some are condemned to jails based on their birth,

That Gay folks cannot marry,

And poor folks cannot eat,

While the privileged right and white sit replete with righteous gates around the streets,

Their ancestors stole from natives and forced black men to build,

There is a sound of fury rising all around,

About disabled folks being cut from Medicare and being left to writhe,

In pain, regret, and shame throughout their lives,

There is a sound of fury spreading all about,

The sound of numbness in the souls of those who worship books,

And condemn the lost to everlasting torment with no chance of reprieve,

The same voice that believes in a God without mercy,

Is that voice of Neo Nazis that hate Jews they cannot see,

The same voice that condemns all who have not confessed,

Is the same voice that ignores the cries of homeless women in their stress,

It is the voice of hatred, it is the sound of rage,

Of the enemy of all who seeks to destroy our age,

But a sound of fury is rising and its creator is the lamb,

Who was slain so that every child could know they can,

Live a life of beautiful mercy replete too with grace,

A life of freedom irrespective of creed, gender, or race,

There is a sound of fury and the lion leads these slaves,

To an exodus of liberation where no man bears the yolk,

And there is no fear of rejection for among us queer as folk,

Listen careful and you’ll hear the sound of fury of our King,

Who said I died for all, and it is all who I will bring,

To a place of comfort, peace, and abundance everflowing,

Listen to the sound of Universal knowing,

For a sound of fury is rising and none will escape its truth,

For too many have died on crosses and with their necks in a noose,

And their blood cries out to the heavens and the heavens answer with this gift,

The sound of fury rising all around us that none can dismiss,

This sound of fury that will transform the planet into a place where all can see,

How much our God loves us for all eternity.

The Sound of Music

By: Woodrow Lucas

Doing is knowing,

The sound of music permeates my being,

My flesh longs to dance with the Ravens that speak of freedom,

Maya spoke of the caged bird,

But I say to all birds Fly! to the rhythm of rainbows in sunlit rain,

But I say to all birds Fly! Fly to the strength that comes from your pain,

But I say to all birds Fly! For your beauty transcends that of even the sun,

But I say to all birds Fly! For all battles you fight are already won,

You are wondrous , you are better than sliced bread on Sunday morning with butter after a night spent making love to someone you love,

You are the sound of children singing “this little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine,”

You are the sound of music,

You are the family Vontrap,

And the Nazis can’t reach you as you sing, dance, and laugh,

Consider Stevie Wonder as he sees through eyes of crescendo and melody,

You are life abundant and life abundant awaits you,

Here the sound of music in your very veins,

Here God singing you a new song,

Of revolution, revival, renaissance, and rebirth,

Here God telling you that you are special on this earth,

Sing, dance, to the rhythm of wind chimes that caress you on Mountain tops of weekend ski trips,

It’s all yours,

For all who are thirsty, a holy moment of miraculous too good to be true reckoning awaits you,

Here the sound of your own beautiful breath as you cry tears of joyful appreciation,

Here the thunder scream your praises,

For you are whole and you will be whole,

For you are free and you will be free,

For you are loved and you will be loved,

Shining among the other gleaming notes in God’s glorious symphony,

Rejoice, for you are the sound of gifted guitarists strumming beatles songs in perfect peace,

You are the balance that calls forth the moon at night,

You are the mystery that causes the stars to shine,

You are the spirit that speaks to the creation and causes squirrels to dance with fervor,

And Jesus has you forever,

In the mystery of your glorious story,

Rejoice for you are baptized into the symphony of Beethoven’s  Ode to Joy,

And you will live forever!!

Wounded Soul

By: Woodrow Lucas

Wounded soul, writhing in the agony of awakening to your greatness,

Fear not!!

For you are healed,

A healed man has no idea that he is healed when he is on the operating table,

For he is asleep,

It is only when he awakes and feels the pain removed that he knows of his healing,

Wounded soul, awake to your greatness,

Awake to your beauty,

For your wounds have made you mighty!!

And with such might, the gates of darkness will not stand against you!!

Do you know?

By: Woodrow Lucas

Red haired woman with the brain injury feeling sorry for yourself in the window,

Wondering if there is any point to go on,

Do you know that someone else feels sorry for you too?

Do you know that God sheds tears for your condition?

Do you know that God does not enjoy your suffering?

When your children were young red haired woman?

When they were babes in the crib?

Did you enjoy listening to them cry at night after you fed them?

But did you always pick them up when they cried?

Or did you suffer with them because you knew it was best?

Curly haired man with the broken back in the hospital bed?

Feeling sorry for yourself in your agony,

Do you know that someone else feels sorry for you too?

Do you know that God sheds tears for your condition?

Because God does not want anyone to suffer?

And so if God is all powerful and she doesn’t want anyone to suffer?

Then why do we suffer?

Is suffering necessary?

Do you know why God allows suffering?

I am not quite sure myself,

But it seems to me that we learn something when we suffer,

Something that stays with us throughout our lives and into the beyond,

Red haired woman with the brain injury feeling as though all is lost,

Do you know that God is able and willing to heal you?

Curly haired man with the broken back,

Feeling as though all is lost,

Do you that by Jesus’ stripes you are healed,

Troubled priest about to commit suicide in New York City?

Do you know that a hero’s welcome awaits you for all the good you’ve done whether you commit suicide or not?

Brothers and sisters, do you know that in the horror and epiphany of this life only one constant flows always?

God loves us and will make sure that we make it to a place of peace,

Do you know in all of my life’s experience the only thing that I’m sure of?

God loves each and every one of us and will make sure that every single one of us makes it to a place of peace!!

 

Butterfly, Butterfly

By: Woodrow Lucas

Butterfly, butterfly in your cocoon,

Do you know what awaits you, not long now but soon,

Butterfly, butterfly shrouded in dark,

No light to send you singing and ringing like a lark,

No light to send you praising with shouts and loud noise,

To the God who made your beauty and the angels that maintain your poise,

Butterfly, butterfly feeling ugly and alone,

Do you know that very soon you’ll be singing a different tone?,

Butterfly, butterfly feeling trapped and ugly,

Are you aware of the beauty you will soon be?

Butterfly, butterfly I know you can’t know,

But trust me you can’t imagine the heights you will go,

Just wait on the Lord and let your wings get strong,

And you will see for yourself that I’m not wrong,

Butterfly, butterfly I know it’s hard now,

But pretty soon I’m gonna hear you say “Hallelujah! Wow!”

“For this was the purpose of that dark time I knew!”

“And now I fly with the whirlwind, just like you Jesus, Just like you!!”

The Whirlwind

By: Woodrow Lucas

You are what you study,

You are what you see,

I see maelstroms of children on swings,

Just a push, and they’re off to the sky,

We never die, we just transition, listen.

There is a storm of such unyielding impact that it decimates all that it touches,

I have been in the center of that nightmare.

You are what you see,

I see maelstroms of children, living storms about to ignite into great men and women,

Just a little push is all they need and they’re off to the sky,

This generation questions, this generation tests edges, this generation will define a new torrent, living tornados with the ability to reconstruct a culture,

You are what you study,

You are what you see,

I see maelstroms of NFL football players taking a knee,

I see maelstroms of young African-Americans with black lives matter t-shirts on,

I see maelstroms of battered girlfriends hitting their boyfriends over the head with frying pans before they call the cops,

I see maelstroms of young gay couples saying I do at river weddings and becoming one flesh in the mystery of God’s monstrous love,

You are what you study,

You are what you see,

There is a storm of such unyielding impact that it decimates all that it touches,

I have been in the center of that nightmare and in that death, I sowed life with every bit of conviction that I could muster,

I have sown the wind, I shall reap the whirlwind,

You are what you study,

You are what you see,

I see a whirlwind once called the Paraclete in times past,

I see a whirlwind of epic proportion, redefining, rerouting, redistributing, regenerating,

Any object has infinite velocity and infinite relative velocity,

You are what you study,

You are what you see,

I see an infinite object moving in infinite directions at infinite speeds and as I worship it, it becomes me,

The whirlwind comes from thunder and rain and pain that we endure with resilience,

The whirlwind is the ability of a paraplegic to run a marathon simply through the power of prayer,

The whirlwind is groups of thirty somethings sitting in circles and imagining racism disappearing from the earth,

The whirlwind is Einstein imagining genius into reality,

The whirlwind is a psychic telling a dying man that he will another thousand years and his body instantaneously healing itself in that reckoning,

The whirlwind is Baptists and Episcopalians praying to Yogananda to give them all the good that God gave him when he was on the earth,

The whirlwind is air, fire, water, earth and infinite love moving in infinite directions at infinite velocity,

You are what you study,

You are what you see,

There is a storm of such unyielding impact that it decimates all that it touches,

I have been in the center of that nightmare and in that death, I sowed life with every bit of conviction that I could muster,

I have sown the wind, I shall read the whirlwind,

You are what you stuy,

You are what you see,

I see maelstroms of children on swings,

Just a push and they’re off to the sky,

Young tornadoes with the power to tear down strongholds and help the lost see beauty,

You are what you study,

You are what you see,

This generation will bring the whirlwind, and darkness will not survive its wake!!

Friendship the Great

By: Woodrow Lucas

I was a warrior of old, slinging light against darkness, and I got wounded so wounded,

And I could see my Savior nowhere,

But I caught hold of my brother and he led me to safety,

What you have done unto the least of these my brethren you have unto me,

Many a man’s prayers have saved my life a thousand times,

And many a woman’s words have saved my soul a hundred,

One can turn away a thousand, but two ten thousand,

I was a warrior of old slinging light against darkness and I got wounded so wounded,

And I could see my savior nowhere,

But I caught hold of my sister and she led me to safety,

God created friendship for it is not good for man to be alone,

Sometimes in our lives things get down right rough,

I mean tough and the love of Jesus just isn’t enough,

For we are of dust,

And sometimes we need to see, we need to feel, we need to speak, we need to heal,

Sometimes the dagger of bitterness has so wounded our imagination,

That only the soft sounds of a child’s voice are enough to reach us,

Romance is powerful true,

For one turns away one thousand, but two ten thousand,

But I was married for 16 years and then we divorced,

But we stayed friends because it is easier to kill romance than friendship,

Friendship proves Universalism, for an atheist and a believer can share great love,

And please God in the reckoning,

Friendship proves that God is too big for one religion, because a Jew and a Muslim can be great friends,

And please father Abraham in that reckoning,

And after Agape, abideth these two Philos and Eros,

But the greatest of these is true friendship,

I was a warrior of old, slinging light against darkness,

And I could see my savior nowhere,

But true friendship saved me,

For unconditional love is the greatest of loves and greater love has no man than to die for his brethren,

When Jesus was about to die in darkness, he prayed for his friends,

The love platonic is ever living,

For the shadow of age and withering cannot change it!!

The love platonic is ever living,

The love platonic between Guru and Disciple, sister and sister, brother and brother, is invincible!!

When a parent has raised a child and that child is of age,

If they are wise then friendship rules the day,

Sometimes in our lives things get down right rough,

I mean tough, and the love of Jesus just isn’t enough,

Sometimes in our lives that still small voice,

Does not solve the riddle and most difficult choice,

But God has given us the mercy of friendship,

For we are of the dust,

And sometimes dust needs solid form to become a living soul,

Sometimes God breathes into us through the eyes of kindness and the ears of compassion,

For it is not good for man to be alone,

Sometimes she needs a sister with whom to shed a tear,

The Holy Ghost is living water, but sometimes we need a water that can satisfy our physical thirst,

We need to hear,

We need to see,

We need to touch,

We need to hug,

We need to love,

Sometimes friendship is God’s mercy for the child whose imagination is not yet strong enough to see angels,

I was a warrior of old, slinging light against the darkness,

And I got wounded, so wounded,

And I could see my Savior nowhere,

But friendship saved me,

Sometimes in our lives, things get down right rough,

I mean tough,

And the love of Jesus just isn’t enough,

For we are dust after all,

God is the greatest gift that I have ever been given,

But too she gave me friendship,

To remember her kindness when my soul is too weary to hear her directly,

There is none greater than the Lord,

But too he gave us friendship,

Through which we can see him in the kindness of our brother and the love of our sister,

Friendship proves Universalism,

For an atheist and a believer can share great love and please God in that reckoning,

Friendship proves that God is too big for one religion, because a Jew and a Muslim can be great friends and please Father Abraham in that reckoning!!!

The greatest of gifts is Agape but after that Philos and Eros,

And the greatest of these is true friendship.

I am a great man, but I am no island,

And even Gurus have disciples and vice versa,

It is not good for man to be alone,

So God gave us friendship to celebrate the good times and weep and mourn the hard,

Eros love is beautiful, but even romance if it is true is built on friendship,

For beauty fades and wrinkles form and bodies wither but true friendship lasts forever,

Jesus is my Lord, but he’s my best friend too,

I am a warrior of light and sometimes I get wounded,

But friendship heals me every time,

In all you do, seek the Love of God, but also seek true friendship,

For when you are wounded and forget how much God loves you,

It will see you through to the other side,

Worldly riches are wonderful, but true friendship is priceless,

Sometimes in our lives, things get down right rough,

I mean tough and so Jesus shows his love for us,

By giving us true friends that get us through the darkness!!

The Agony of Christmas Eve

By: Woodrow Lucas

On Christmas Eve, children lay in bed,

In titillating agony as they await what lays ahead,

They are in blissful torture pondering on chocolate cookies and hot chocolate,

Their eyes are wide open with anxious hope of gifts to come,

But Christmas Eve can be a hellish place for some,

For some waiting feels like someone is pulling your toes off one by one,

For some waiting feeling like you are wasting in a hot sun,

“But they that wait on the Lord shall renew their strength,

They shall mount up with wings as Eagles, they shall walk and not be weary, they shall run and not faint!!”

But Isaiah!! Dear Isaiah!! This waiting is an agony I cannot describe,

As pain indwells my insides and blood infests my eyes,

I do not wait for Christmas Trees and Stockings,

I wait for something that many view as impossible,

I wait for God to be the deity that I know her to be,

Full of might and power and wonders to behold and see,

Dear Isaiah, I know I must wait,

But every day that passes is another day that I must endure this affliction,

“But they that wait on the Lord shall renew their strength,

They shall mount up with wings as Eagles, they shall run and not faint, they shall walk and not be weary”

But dear Isaiah, my eyes are teary with the torment of a scorching sun!!

Oh God above,

Oh God of love,

Oh God of bliss,

Please don’t dismiss,

These cries I wail,

For this waiting, it is no titillating agony,

It is an endless Christmas Eve,

With no sign of the coming Son,

Oh God, I know you’re faithful,

Set me free from this agony,

Fulfill your promise and bring the Whirlwind!!

When I Think of Shadows

By: Woodrow Lucas

When I think of shadows,

I think of dark spaces I hope my daughters never see,

I think of women getting battered and losing memory,

Of all the beauty of their hearts and minds to be,

What their desires’ fancy and whatever dreams they hope,

When I think of shadows, I think of my ancestors hanging on ropes of despair,

Feeling ever so forsaken cursed by the very air,

When I think of shadows, fear grips me and I want to run and hide,

For I feel a despair unknowable and I feel a pain malignant,

When I think of shadows, towards God I am almost indignant,

But the my Lord reminds me, that shadows are cast by light,

And without the shining torch of love, there would be no room for fright,

When I think of shadows, I often doubt the things I believe,

For I can’t imagine a loving God allowing some to suffer without reprieve,

But then the Lord reminds me that shadows are cast by light,

And no form of darkness can over power his loving might,

When I think of shadows, I am aghast yes that is true,

But inspite of all these shadows, I still say God loves you,

And that light is a far greater substance than any shadow that it casts,

And that light shall eventually reign in love, always and everlast!!

 

Sometimes

By: Woodrow Lucas

Sometimes I feel lost,

But sometimes I can see life glowing from the trees,

As they sway to and fro, blowing with the breeze,

Sometimes I am faint hearted and dreading the coming day,

But sometimes I am fearless, on fire come what may,

Sometimes I have felt torment making me wish I had never been born,

But sometimes I think about my daughters in beauty adorned,

And know that hard times come true they do, it’s true,

But things get better, yes things get better too!!

Sometimes I am tired and wish for endless sleep,

But sometimes I have hope in joy and harvests reaped,

Sometimes I doubt and wonder if God is really real,

But sometimes my faith is so strong that I have seen my hands heal,

Life is bittersweet it’s true there is no question about that,

But life is ever so beautiful and that’s a fact,

And sometimes we see the vision that God has for our lives,

And it comforts us from times of bitterness and strife,

And in the end, we look back from on high in heaven’s perch,

And we say to God, Lord thank you for my blessed time on earth,

And we ask to give a helping hand to those still in the fight,

And in that moment we become angels taking flight,

And in that moment we realize that it all works toward love,

And love is our answer, our blessed gift from above,

Sometimes I feel lost,

But sometimes I can see life glowing from the trees,

As they sway to and fro blowing in the breeze,

And sometimes I am so full of love that I feel God in every soul I see,

And I really think it’s these times that I’m the true me,

For I am beautifully and wonderfully made in God’s sight,

I am an angel of light about to take flight,

And I say to you dear brother, look inside and see what’s true,

And I’m sure you’ll know beyond any shadow that you’re an angel too!!