Noonday Sun

By: Woodrow Lucas

In the wee hours of the morning,

There is sometimes a painful expectation,

Like a mother giving birth,

We hope so badly for the sun,

But we realize that clouds might come,

And so we wait,

And in that expectation we create the hope that will cure cancer,

And in that expectation we free many a soul from torment,

In the wee hours of the morning,

There is sometimes a painful expectation,

Like a mother giving birth,

We hope so badly for the sun,

But we realize that clouds might come,

And so we wait,

And in that expectation, we learn to rest in uncertainty,

Secure in the knowledge that in the end, all will be well.

And when the noon hour comes,

And the sun is at its brightest,

And we realize that all of our dreams have come true,

And God is just as good as we thought.

We look back on our former doubt,

And we feel no shame,

Only a compassionate desire that all might feel this brilliance,

And a patient and secure resolve that one day all will.

 

The Fence

By: Woodrow Odom Lucas

I see my brother walking, running towards dust,

It couldn’t be?

Oh wait! I think I see?

A bit far off, he jumps against and falls so short to disappear.

But no one Saw?

God bless the men who jump the fence to wave at me imprisoned.

And as the watchman fixes sights, a hazy, shady outline of a barb as thick as any soul who tries to silence, sister’s strength,

As locked in one, we journey towards and up, surmount this wire hold.

I just begin to glimpse it.

What fear it must have been to blind a border wall so menacing,

Incarcerates us all against sublime the state of reason.

And as the watchmen fixes sites, acute to slightest stirring.

I grab a hold of passers by and scream, implore to see about this bulwark that imprisons us.

“We must attempt to jump this fence, my friends and brothers strong let’s go.”

And as such passers by I saw, “lets free to climb and see beyond.”

“Just dust, you fool there’s nothing there!

Just dust”, response, “it’s just mirage, just ask the one who sits atop to guard against a foreign fear.”

“But wait I see it clear as day.  My friends, I ask, I beg to run and soar against this barbed thing, perverting as I only hope to what might lay beyond its hedge.”

“Just dust, you fool there’s nothing there!

Just dust”, response, “it’s just mirage, just ask the one who sits atop to guard against a foreign fear.”

“But wait! My brothers, I implore, let’s soar to see what lay beyond, to see what’s past this bulwark fence.

Let’s clasp our feet and march as one.

Like thunder we shall strike it down so that the brothers after us might see beyond its evil stare!”

“Just dust! You fool there’s nothing there,”

Response, “it’s just mirage we say!”

And as the watchman fixes sights, the children sit eyes sweet and pure and wave my hand I do goodbye and run to touch and break it down,

I jump to grab and shake it down, and as I do a shot it rings, and such a peace enraptures me,

I rise to see what lay beyond.

“My friends I love and say goodbye, just see my brothers not the dust, just see my brothers dear to soar.

And as the fence grows out of sight, I FEAR NO MORE!”

GOD BLESS THOSE SOULS WHO DARE TO SEE AND FIGHT THE FENCE OF IGNORANCE SO THAT MY CHILDREN OPEN EYED MAY SEE BEYOND AND FEEL SUCH MIGHT.

GOD BLESS THOSE SOULS WHO DARE TO FIGHT

GOD BLESS YOU FOOLS AND PASSERS BY WHO BRING THE LIGHT OF TRUTH MY FRIENDS.

GOD BLESS YOU FOOLS MY SISTER’S LOVE,

GOD BLESS THE FOOLS SUCH LIGHT ABOVE COME CRASHING THROUGH TO SEE NO FENCE.

ONE DAY SUCH LIGHT SHALL CONQUER.

Dear Lucifer

Dear Lucifer,

There was a time when I hated you. There was a time when rage afflicted me as you confused me and my brethren into judging and maligning each other.

Dear Lucifer,

There was a time when I focused all of my malice against you.  For every time I thought of an entire race of people enslaving another entire race of people and calling it your will I saw you in the shadows laughing and mocking.

Dear Lucifer,

There was a time when I wanted to be the one that vanquished you in this generation, for when I thought about a nation stealing the land of other nations and calling it manifest destiny, I saw the imprint of your wicked hands.

But now dear brother, I must admit that I more pity than hate you.  You have exhausted me.  You have been such a little nuisance that now I just don’t have any feeling left for you.  And Lucifer, Beezelbub, Whore of Babylon, Lilleth and whoever else has been attempting to torment me and mine, I forgive you.  I do not think that I have the authority to forgive you on behalf of other people.  But for my part, I truly cancel the debt that you owe to me for all of your misery making.

The truth is Lucifer that I am now truly beginning to realize just how badly Jesus beat you 2000 years ago.  I mean you want to talk about a “Warrior King,” Jesus battled you as you attacked him from the outside through the rejection of the people he came to save and Jesus battled you as you attacked him from within through the nature of the corruption that he received from Mary’s flesh.  Jesus battled you his entire life and then he battled you again to make it to the cross, and then he battled you again on the cross.  And then he descended and battled you again in hellish places of conscious and natural torment.

And now dear brother, I am becoming aware of just how final his victory over you has become.  You see Lucifer, every human soul is destined to become either a Son or Daughter of God.  And while I do not understand it fully, somehow Jesus assured those destinies through his life, sacrifice, death, and resurrection.  And those destinies are locked into the annals of God’s foreknowledge brother.   Yes, for a time, we as human beings play roles of tyrant and victim, betrayer and betrayed, but soon these ideas and identities will fade away beneath the glory of Jesus’ second coming both in the flesh and through all human identity being wrapped up in the mysterious epiphany of love’s all-encompassing power.

Lucifer, Satan, whatever and whoever you are.  However many there are of you.  I am writing you this day to say that I forgive you.  Perhaps not out of love, but more a sort of indifferent pity,  for you will lose as you have already lost.   Perhaps your final destiny is redemption, perhaps it is destruction, but either way dear brother, I do not want you occupying any space in mind more than what is absolutely necessary.  Oh, every now and again, I can see myself listening to the Holy Spirit concerning some wicked scheme that you have plotted against me, or every now and again casting you out of something or binding some principality, or helping someone who you have targeted with malevolent intent, but for the most part brother, I view you as a nuisance and I just don’t want to think about you anymore.

So I forgive you and I forgive all human beings who still in their ignorance serve you both unwittingly and voluntarily.  In truth devil, I have lost interest in you.  A time ago you were an interesting object for my mind and heart, even if it was hatred that I felt for you.  But now, you are so predictably pathetic that I just want to let go of our relationship and so I forgive you.  Again I say that I forgive you and am moved to pray, “Lord God, thank you for the teacher that satan, Lucifer, and the rest of them have been for me.  Thank you for every bit of suffering they have caused me, for in the long run it will only make me stronger.  Now I ask that you saturate my consciousness with yourself.  Lord God I ask that you reveal yourself to me in every dimension and cranny of the human experience.  Lord God, please bless me, like the Navaho Warriors Pray with “beauty before me, with beauty behind me, with beauty above me, with beauty all around me, I will walk in long life, I will walk according to beauty.  It is completed in beauty.  It is completed in beauty. It is completed in beauty. It is completed in beauty.”

Lucifer, I and all of my human brothers and sisters are completed in beauty.  And your madness in believing anything different will soon end either in your redemption or destruction.  I am not partial to either.  Go with God dear brother.  Go with God.