Little Miracles

Picking up the pieces after a calamity can never be easy. I think it calls for a level of sanity to go through debris to find lost property. But worse, finding bodies amongst the heaps of debris can be even more disturbing. But with all the pain come little miracles

 

Little Miracles

Life After A Calamity

Is a gradual rebuilding of your sanity

The pieces to pick up seem to scattered away

There is more disorder and more disarray

Life as you know it is long gone

Earthquakes, Hurricanes, Tornadoes no matter which one

Memories are blown away with rampant scattering

In the little time they pass you can lose everything

Rain and wind and dust and debris

Are as threatening as your worse enemy

Calm comes and with it you see friends

Everyone is so helpful and offers their charity

So many things change after a calamity

 

 

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