Haiti -- What I Know

with a stone for a pillow

and a hand that won't move.

I know there is one

missing a child

and a leg

and hope.

I know there are those

who go without sleep

who refuse to stop

until every one

is unburied.

I know there are sacrifices

greater than I'll ever make

but they make them in Haiti.

I know my help

will not be enough.

but I will give it.

I know it hurts so bad

a little boy cannot

possibly bear it

but he bears it.

I know there is a stench of death

I'll never smell

but they smell it.

And I know there are miracles.

A little girl

in her father's arms

at last lifted out of the rubble.

A woman

barely breathing but alive

after 5 days buried

under stone.

A line of living

souls being given

food and water

from strangers

who somehow

seem to love them.

That I know.