Haiti

the earth beneath your feet
tumbles,
crumbles,
ceases to exist,
and there is no firmament,
open space is where
the ground that was there
went;
horror, terror,
darkness and devastation
provide the atmosphere,
while you lie writhing,
wishing that you were
anywhere but here;
O Haiti, mother of so much
that is so important
to so many of us,
we grieve with you this night;
our hearts ache
at the severity of your plight,
and we wish with all our might,
that no more trials come your way,
that tomorrow, while filled with
sorrow, is a better day.



January 12, 2010.

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