Haiti

I wrote this during a mission trip to Haiti my senior year of highschool. We were focusing on visiting different orphanages to give the kids some much needed emotional attention.

There are no words

only tears

Cry my beloved country

though you are not mine

 

You clutch my heart

the same way your children

cling to my hands

As if I were a last hope

 

God do not let me be a last hope

but the first in a line of hopes

that carry them as  gently

as their mothers

would have.

 

Author's Note

If you would like to know more about my Haiti expirience, I will be posting my journal I kept there on my Writer's cafe blog.

Reviews

[Chris]

A land where people try hard to survive to just live while the world stage has moved off and on to other tragedies. A very sensitive write.

[Revolutionary]

The children there have nothing but hope.I pray your words reach the hope makers and lead them to fulfillment.

[Susanna F]

What an experience that must have been! I can only imagine. This ends with such a heartrending and poignant sentiment, truly beautiful.

[Suditi]

This is so touching.
So beautiful.
One of the best I've read.
Thank you for sharing this.

[Tate Morgan]

God do not let me be a last hope

but the first in a line of hopes

that carry them as gently

as their mothers

would have.

tHAT IS TRUE BEAUTY

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

omg! I like your humanitarian side. This was beyond touching!

[James Paulin]

unequivocal compassion...bravo