Haiti

Haiti

Holy One,
we trust in You;
our fortress,
our Protector,
our Guardian,
our Savior.

You lift us up
from the pit,
You restore our lives
and heal our hurts,
and redeem us
from all evil.

That’s what You do;
that’s who You are;
that’s
what our faith
and our Lord teach us –
right?

We’re supposed
to rely on You;
to believe that You
love us,
care for us,
and keep us safe.

So what happens now?
What about
the people of Haiti?
Who will heal
their damaged bodies
and crushed spirits?

Where were You
when the earth
shook,
the buildings
collapsed,
and children died?

I hear my voice,
echoing
across the earth,
joining
in the cries
of a multitude;

like Martha
weeping
at Christ’s feet;
Lord, if only You had been here
my brother
would not have died.

Deborah Beach Giordano
© January 14, 2010

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I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, near-obsessive recycler, incurable animal lover, inveterate tree-hugger; a nature mystic, a socialized introvert, an advocate for the vulnerable, an opponent of exploiters.
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