Island nation full of souls
Earth breaks and the ground rolls
Rolls again and the house falls
I cannot breathe, can’t see the walls
Where’s my brother he was just here
When will the dust cloud start to clear?
It’s dark, it’s cold and I cannot see
Is someone coming to rescue me?
The voice is muffled but musters hope
It’s coming closer, there’s a rope
Pulling, the slab slides to the right
My eyes are blinded by the light
My lungs expand, my legs are free
I see the people who rescued me
Digging with haste could they possibly
Find the rest of my family?
My friends, the earthquake in Haiti is a tragedy of biblical proportions. If you have the means, give now to the relief effort. Then schedule another gift in 30 days. We are once again showing the world how we respond to humans in need. Share this poem with your friends if you think it will help make a difference.
Thanks Dave. I will follow suit. In one simple sentence you have perfectly described the Haiti catastrophe. It will be some time and with much effort that the Earth and Humanity feels a healing.
Sincerely,
Roland.
We have sent money through our church missions that is already there and has been for many years. I like the idea of sending to folks that already understand some of the people there and know how to help.
I loved your poem! It is always so exciting when they pull some one out alive! Everyone’s heart cheers.
I remember how our whole country was emotionally involved when they were trying and did rescue baby Jessica who had fallen down a pipe well many years ago. Love, Mom
Great thoughts, great words and deeds,
The people and the world, they feed…
Thanks for sharing, Dave! Toti