This world a tragedy
made up of sorrows
loss
grief swamping
love ones lost
again
but the trough of the wave
deep down sorrow
must eventually
rise again
on the crest of energy
generated in the ocean’s womb
the cyclic turning
the trade winds blow
and the wave
rises with hope
with life
and renewal
this complement to tragedy
lies in all our hearts
meanders through our stories
sits down next to us
in the pit of despair
grabs a hand
picks us up
and out
the sun
the wind
the smell of flowers
exclaim
the sun
the wind
the flowers
bees buzz
in agreement
while the birds
hover
and glide
and swoop
and land
in our tragic
hearts
healing
one breath
one feather
one touch
at a time
so the world is tragedy
but also love, kindness
living our best life
now here in this play of life.