The Shadow

In times of transition, as we walk a tightrope of hopelessness, the shadow comes to claim us.

The shadow descends, reminding us that there is no way out of the endless darkness.

The shadow screams at the top of its lungs, “there is no hope my child.

Your destiny is to wander in dark places with quenchless thirst for a new beginning.”

The shadow surreptitiously insinuates itself into every aspect of our perception.

The shadow ensures that when trials come they descend like an avalanche,

And we feel like the darkness is infinite and that all things begin and end in suffering.

But all shadows need light to accent their darkness.

There can be no shadow without light.

And while a shadow is delimited by shape and form, light is endless and eternal.

There can be no shadow without light, and the light from which the shadow garners strength is endless and eternal.

I do not express this through emotion or inspiration, as my emotions are buried beneath the debris of depression’s languid odor.

All I sense and smell, all I feel or see is darkness enveloping me in the deception of the shadow.

But there is a knowledge of light that cannot be vanquished.

And it is with this knowledge that I declare that all shadows must eventually succumb to the light which begets them.

And this light is wondrous and glorious.

This light is more than enough to lift me to the sky and beyond.

And so I say, even in the grips of hopelessness, that light is the truth of all things and this light has claimed me.

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.