did you know that the school day begins in the afternoon in haiti? so, at 4:52 p.m. on january 12, 2010, most classrooms were full of beautiful black babies, learning all they can, striving to make a better life for themselves than that with which they were dealt. but at 4:53 p.m. the golden gates of Zion opened up to welcome them as the walls crumbled around them. do you hear their cry?
i still do. the sounds of weeping. wailing. it breaks my every moment of silence. each day i look into the eyes of my own child. i clutch her in my arms, not wanting to ever let go. i feel her warm breath on my cheek as she cuddles even closer, sensing something is very wrong. i am thankful still. because many moms, haitians, are still suffering. their children are gone. my heart is heavy. the emptiness consumes me. i am trying friends. real hard. but i can't shake it. not yet. for me, the reality of this raw pain lingers.
i look to the hills, from whence cometh my help. and i continue to pray. and pray. JAH JAH! i trust in your infinite wisdom. in the good times. and in bad. i know you giveth and you taketh away. and though about two hundred thousand, 200,000, of my brothers and sisters have been wiped off the face of this earth in a single unforgiving moment, i still trust in you. always. til shiloh.
i feel you ayiti. one love.