Not that far away
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.