Building Blocks

I’m starting to learn it wasn’t God’s fault you died,
it wasn’t the relationship that you threw away as trash,
it wasn’t the phone call that turned deadly with poison,
it had everything to do with one who could no longer reason.

No more a life that would restore,
no more a heart that bled compassion,
as it couldn’t bare the weight non existent,
for the stones pelted wounded the resilient.

The blood oozed and caved a soul,
trickling on the inside creating mystique,
as all eyes gazed upon a transcendent heart
that would conquer the battle it wanted to start.

But that’s how tragedies unfold,
they punch you in the gut with unexpected twists,
and churn the toxic elements within,
creating the answer as the most illogical sin.

Leaving all who held hope
to a long path grinding at their insides,
that could only amount to resurrecting faith,
building back the ground that ruptured grace.