'To make art means standing a little outside the furnace. Gold, or clay, or stories can go into the furnace and be transformed.' - Jane Hirshfield
It's true. Art can even make hurt lesser, make tragedy beautiful.
(You can read more here on the poet's explanation of this idea and this poem.)
Sonoma Fire - Jane Hirshfield
Large moon the deep orange of embers.
Also the scent.
The griefs of others—beautiful, at a distance.