Embodied Superman

How difficult the universal view

That challenges our fixed myopic sight,

Clairaudience encompassing all sounds

That builds from disparate notes symphonic light.

Our senses tune to melodies refined

Or vision caught in a reflecting glass

And if perhaps a wider view embrace

We miss the subtle, mirroring the mass.

And yet we grow accepting things once shunned

Admitting in our consciousness the new

And all incomprehensibles that lie

Within the sainted province of the few.

And though we fall we rise to greater height,

By sin and error or misfortune's hand

And slowly as the inner soul awakes

A light that yet we cannot understand

Illumines crevices that long have lain

Unsighted in our frenzied human pace,

Cause of all our anguish and our pain,

To glimpse the haunting vision of His face.

On earth They now have brought the mystic sun

That burns the dark ignoble cloak of man

From embryonic God its light reveals

The puissant One, embodied Superman.