Touched by the Dank Hand of Disaster

Strange how the dank hand of disaster clarifies the thinking,

How all irrelevancies are scoured from the frontal lobe,

How, strangely, should you look into the morning sky, the blueness is of a brilliant, startling intensity.

How biting into a piece of fresh fruit reveals the mouth watering, exquisiteness of clean sweet,flavour.

Strange how the dank hand of disaster allow us to consolidate our values.

Where suddenly, the drabness of yesterday becomes the brightly,beautiful now.

Where miserable mindedness adopts an abrupt re-evaluation, in that the sour faced neighbour is embraced with passion as being a fellow survivor.

Where the rich and the poor are thrown together to work willingly, cheek by jowel, for a common cause…Tomorrow!.

Strange how the dank hand of disaster brings out THE VERY BEST IN US …isn’t it ?

Marshalg

A commonality observed In having survived many disasters over the years.

1 November 2012