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Lady A’s latest song “Hello World” is a brilliant piece of poetry written by song writers Tom Douglas, David Lee and Tony Lane.
The song opens with a description of a high-tech modern society, “Traffic cars, cell phone calls…” and the title “Hello World” brings to mind the first command one makes upon learning a new computer language. Man, upon reaching the hill-top of technological advancement was able to order a machine he fashioned to announce to the world his arrival. With a few elegant strokes he types the command (and he blinks) … then, with a confident smile, presses ‘Enter’ to see “Hello World” printed on the screen (and he blinks) in victory. “Hello World” is the command made by the bold soul facing everything else with a bare chest and a confident heart determined to type its own fate.
The second significant term is steel “Sometimes I feel cold as steel”. If Hello World reflects the technological hill-top, then steel reflects the industrial. Yet Man with both achievements feels cold and longing.
Everyday I drive by a little white church \ It’s got these little white crosses like angels in the yard \ Maybe I should stop on in and say a prayer \ Maybe talk to God like he is there \ Oh, I know He’s there, yeah, I know He’s there.

After climbing to the mountain-top, after his protestant protest and after revolting … man has revolved and is tired … fatigued. He looks at the Church he fled with an gaze of embarrassment, knowing deep inside that God will never turn him away, if he would only stop and say a prayer. Man has ran so far from home, he has outran the meaning of life,’ and its getting dark, and he is longing for that warm bath, clean pajamas, wholesome dinner and a good-night story.
Sometimes I forget what living’s for \ And I hear my life through my front door \ And I’ll be there, oh, I’m home again.
Knowing that he can go home is his last life-line. Upon entering, the term “Hello World” takes on a new connotation and meaning: “I see my wife, little boy, little girl \ Hello world, hello world.”
Hello World is no longer a statement of triumph and a call out to the rest of the world, but a tired quiet whisper of relief to ones inner-most intimate circle. With that realization of the basics … that acknowledgment of that need, the protest and revolt come to an end … a finish line is crossed, “I remember why I’m here \ To surrender and believe \ I fall down on my knees \ Oh hello world, hello world, hello world.”

Listening to this song came after I wrote an earlier post,  and it made me think about Islam’s contribution in the West today. I push aside fantasies that Islam’s triumph is by attracting followers from other faiths, or that its triumph is in establishing an Islamic polity in the heart of the West. Rather, I feel that the contribution is to empower the cold and longing West with fresh concepts and words to make that bold step and enter that church, synagogue or mosque … to encourage the run-away and assure them that they can still go home, and no one will scold them for staying away too long. Islam provides the unmistakable link between God’s Mercy, a mother’s womb and uterine relationships (family) (RHM) and between Home and Tranquility (SKN). When the Western Muslim expresses the same agonies of coldness and longing and cries out the solution that worked for her (a return to RHM and SKN) her statements will be understood by other Westerners and would serve as inspiration to make that link which may not be readily apparent in Western languages.

alBostoni

“Hello World” Lyrics:

Traffic cars, cell phone calls, top video screams at me \ Through my tender window I see a little girl, rust red minivan \ She’s got chocolate on her face, got little hands \ And she waves at me, yeah, she smiles at me.

Well, hello world, how’ve you been? \ Good to see you, my old friend \ Sometimes I feel cold as steel \ Broken like I’m never gonna heal \ I see a light, little hole in the little girl \ Well, hello world.

Everyday I drive by a little white church \ It’s got these little white crosses like angels in the yard \ Maybe I should stop on in and say a prayer \ Maybe talk to God like he is there \ Oh, I know He’s there, yeah, I know He’s there.

Well, hello world, how’ve you been? \ Good to see you, my old friend \ Sometimes I feel cold as steel \ And broken like I’m never gonna heal \ I see a light, little grace, little faith unfurl \ Well, hello world.

Sometimes I forget what living’s for \ And I hear my life through my front door \ And I’ll be there, oh, I’m home again.

I see my wife, little boy, little girl \ Hello world, hello world.

Oh, the empty disappears \ I remember why I’m here \ To surrender and believe \ I fall down on my knees \ Oh hello world, hello world, hello world.

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