Tragedy Spun Into Greatness Strategy Poem by John Sensele

Tarry not, worry not, hurry not
When fountains of fears
Overwhelm the dot and clot
Congealing in tears

That rain rivers
On your serene court
As hope shivers and quivers
At the prospect rot

Decomposes the serenity
For which you long
As sagacity and unity
Sound a garrulous gong

Whose register at Easter
Diminishes and swishes
Gallumphs in the toaster
That processes dishes

Whose meal and deal
In a dead letter
Feel empty as the seal
Of clutter and slaughter

Draw nigh
Breathing hard on the dream
To fly you high
Not on the surface of a saline stream

But on wings of glory
To implement God's plan
Spelling and telling the story
Injected in the clan

God assembles
In readiness
To turn your brambles
Into a feast of happiness and witness

As God metamorphoses the tragedy
You undergo
Into the strategy
That realizes your greatness goal.