I have a lot I could say about this poem, why I wrote it and what God has been teaching me in it but for now, I want it to speak for itself…
Tragedy is a vicious cycle
Tragedy is the run down apartment building filled with pimps, sex traffickers, drug dealers and users
alcoholics, gang members and abusers
Tragedy is the children who live there
The hitting, the grabbing, the teasing, the spitting all outward signs that something is missing
Tragedy is the little girl who flinches back in fear when I reach out to touch her
Tragedy is the teenage boy who is so lost for love he scars the full length of his arms
Tragedy is this course of hopelessness
Tragedy is the reality that vicious cycles aren’t easily broken
Tragedy is it all adds up to more hurt, more pain, more loss
but oh how I forget
that their tragedy is mine
with full familiarity I’m taken back in time
It was written in every room
It was in the writing on the walls
tragedy upon tragedy
with more to come
until you enter in the One
the One answer to the math that shouldn’t add up.
I was hit, I was struck, I was encountered
I was seen, I was pursued, I was found
smack dab in the middle of grace
You see the real tragedy here is that I would forget for one second
that when glory meets tragedy it doesn’t make sense
that somehow through all this mess
tragedy became
a testament to majesty
