THE WORLD IS SUFFERING GREAT PAIN!

This is unusual, but I have written a poem for my own birthday!  The best birthday present is to see a better World for all inhabitants beneath the roof of our common home!!!  My birthday is January 4th!  The song ¨The Lost Chord¨ was put to music on January 13th for Arthur Sullivan´s brother who died on January 18th, my son Angelo´s birthday!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANGELO!!!  These are writings made with great hope!

REPRODUCING THE LOST CHORD

The World is still turning.

Our hearts are burning, burning.

Something unspeakable, necessary has been lost.

Care of the environment implies such a priceless cost!

Wreckage lies off each and every shore.

Valueless Gold and Silver, and what´s more…

Even in far outer space,

We find the waste of the human race.

Something´s tearing at our souls;

Humanity keeps pleading for elevated goals.

Wretched disaster threatening;

Dreams and promises hovering, hovering…

Crimson lightning shaking, shattering

In the shadows of the pre-dawn rain,

Announcing, consoling, our searching pain.

What will it take; what disasters or quake?

For us to search and find,

What is inside, lays within and jacinth in the commonwealth´s mind!

                         By: Karla

THE LOST CHORD

(Music by Sir Arthur Sullivan;

Words by Adelaide Anne Proctor)

Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease,

And my fingers wander'd idly over the noisy keys;

I knew not what I was playing, or what I was dreaming then,

But I struck one chord of music like the sound of a great Amen.

It flooded the crimson twilight like the close of an Angel's Psalm,

And it lay on my fever'd spirit with a touch of infinite calm.

It quieted pain and sorrow like love overcoming strife,

It seem'd the harmonious echo from our discordant life.

It link'd all perplexed meanings into one perfect peace

And trembled away into silence as if it were loth to cease;

I have sought, but I seek it vainly, that one lost chord divine,

Which came from the soul of the organ and enter'd into mine.

It may be that Death's bright Angel will speak in that chord again;

It may be that only in Heav'n I shall hear that grand Amen!