A HAITIAN PLEA

All my life I have tried in to say;

'I am significant...I can make a difference.'

Though the words may sound foreign,

The outstretched hands are a universal language.

All of my life I have been trying to make it to shore,

Only to be driven back into deep waters...

The deep, dark languid waters of indifference,

Upon which not even my tears can stir a ripple of emotion.

All my life I have wanted and needed compassion.

Yet today, I am still an empty cup,

An unused cup begging to be filled;

The confirmation that I have value.

All my life I have sought kindness.

All my life I have sought sincerity,

But as a beggar among beggars,

I have found neither.

All my life I have felt this dull ache inside,

The ache of loneliness, the ache of despair,

An ache that only intensifies with the passing of time.

All my life I have listened to hear someone say,

"You are important to me....You matter to me,"

And today I heard the longed for words spoken

When someone read John 3: 16, to me.