There is something I can\u2019t speak of,
\nor put on a table, and watch it
\nburn through the wood.
\nTell someone, this is a tragedy.
\nThis is what it looks like.
\nHiding from denial.
\nA mockery.
\nI am helpless.
\nMy prayers are helpless.
\nMy heart can\u2019t hide.<\/p>\n
I look at the face of Providence
\nand shrug my shoulders.
\nI put my face on the earth
\nand breathe the dust.
\nIn time it will take us back.
\nThis is what tragedy looks like.
\nWhat happened should never have
\nhappened.
\nWhat is a world that creates tragedy,
\nand inscribes headstones,
\nhere lies the meaningless.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There is something I can\u2019t speak of, or put on a table, and watch it burn through the wood. Tell someone, this is a tragedy.…<\/p>\n