The Inner Change

Possessed not of the lyric voice

Nor wideness of the epic mind

Nevertheless I sing, rejoice

At the gates of heaven lone and blind.

I cannot dance, I cannot fly

But beauty find among the flowers,

Labour with love's energy

To order my life's fleeting hours.

Around me all is dead and dying

And instantaneously reborn,

The earth in pain and wounded, sighing,

Of her beauty stripped and torn.

The inner change can only be

Solution for man's present state

The sense of “I' replaced by “we”,

And love supplanting ingrained hate.