This World Must Change

Oct. 17, 2011

Once again this painful memory

As I listen to a haunting choral work

'O Sacrum Convivium' intoned

Over and over again these harmonies98

Resound in me yet only sadness reigns

And the sorrow of the world on me descends.

I pass a paraplegic in a chair

Pushed resolutely by a wizened hag

And in the chair it is myself I see,

Head immense, lolling, the twisted form,

Distorted face, passionless and mute.

The tears unbidden flow – this world must change

And grief give room for joy to take its stand.

So shall the Overman transitioning

Be born into this world of human clay,

The predecessor of the superman

When light shall fill the earth and sorrow cease

And truth come down and occupy life’s throne.