sometimes tragedy toughens me.
it sends me into anger like a slapped at bee joining an already frantic, buzzing hive.
or it leaves me dropping into formation like ancient roman soldiers. shields out. covered, wary…looking for and expecting the next attack.
and sometimes tragedy tenderizes me…
the pain i feel–whether my own, or reflected–softens me instantly.
and like the sun through storm clouds, tenderness comes burning through..
every hard edge in me–tiredness, impatience, frustration, selfishness–is suddenly blurred and forgotten as meaningless.
and i want to:
reach out to,
everyone i am abruptly reminded i have been given to treasure…