Tragedy, The Friend

What is life without tragedy?
Tragedy punctures our soul.
Tragedy pierces our heart.
It breaks the seal of our spirit.
Without it there is nothing of pain.
What can we gain from nothing?
Tragedy is the most something.
The ultimate wounds crack us open,
Our shell is split down the center,
Completeness shattered violently.
Tragedy derogates expectation,
Its the inevitable interregnum.
A raging rapid carves its way
Through the most solid rock.
And what is the result?
A cataract of abounding expression,
An infiltration of love and hope.
Our innermost exposed,
The electrifying plethora of pain,
How vulnerable we become.
A tree of magnificent stature,
Broken down without grace,
Sliced to cylindrical pieces,
Then axed into pies of fuel,
What a tragedy for the tree,
But, the base and roots remain,
The tree gets to start over,
This time with a mature foundation,
The tree will grow back,
Through years of sedulity.
Now that he is gone,
Tragedy becomes friend.

R.S.    12/03