Today Il remember those rare moments
when justice became more beautiful than beauty. When Nelson
Mandela was freed. When Apartheid ended. The Fall of the Berlin Wall.
In each instance it was as if a discordant note had resolved, as
if we had moved into the realm of the natural--the just--
from the un-natural. And that the resolution of justice, real
justice, also relieved us of our burden of helpless complicity.
Just for a moment. Just for a moment the apprehension
of what a just world might be like. Just for
a moment the recognition that if an injustice is done you,
it done to me. Just for a moment, without fear or irony,
the hope for a transfigured world .