A Journey of Hope

I saw a people in tear,
I saw so many faces in fear,
I saw my children eyes,
In those infants cries,
I read the distress in what was left
Of the beautiful edifices that now look like skeletons ,
I can hear the brokenness
In the mom’s heart,
As the ray of sunshine
Tells her that she was alive
And she looks behind
In search for her child’s smile
But only a lifeless debris stared at her ,
I saw the beautiful Champs de Mars turned into a refugee camp…
And I remember my several promenades under a promising sky,
While the merchants said, men machann papita, men bon fresco,
And the kids on their bikes go around the park and intrigued by the statue of the Unknow slave,
What we call….Neg marron…
I remember the group of students would gather on the Champs de Mars boulevard
To study for their high school diploma, what we call “Baccalaureat” ….
On January 12, tragedy struck the land,
And the parents are heartbroken and homeless,
The children are orphans and hopeless,
I saw a people in tears,
But I saw miracles in the midst of the storm,
As their universe crumbled I can hear their faith rise from the rubble
To give thanks unto God and run in his arms…
I saw a young man who manages to offer his service by selling batteries
To recharge cell phones,
And I say to myself, Haiti will not die, God is recharging the batteries of our hearts
And the people will stand with one voice and sing praises unto Him…
I can hear that Haitian phrase…
“Tout otan tet nou pa koupe, nou espere met chapo”
Equivalent to….. where there is life, there is hope…. The Journey….