A Poem from one of our Prayer Warriors

The sun shone bright on this poorest land

Hunger and thirst commonplace,

Houses and schools were poorly built

No money for safety or space

To protect the people from what was to come.

The disaster that struck from the sea.

The earthquake that shattered what little they had

And buried them beneath the debris.

We cannot know nor comprehend

How great was the loss and the fear

 Haiti experienced when their world did end

This very first month of the year.

The solid ground that felt so secure

Shook till it fractured and screamed.

Buildings trembled, toppled and fell

Nowhere was safe, and it seemed

The demons of Hell had shaken the world

Out of the depths of the sea.

Those who survived were injured and cried,

The dead had no place to be.

Now thirst and despair, hunger and death,

Stark misery and great pain

Are what this poorest neighbor must bear

While help strives through broken terrain.

While the orphaned children cry and wail,

“Why God, did this happen to me?” 

And the Father whispers, “Oh my child,

I love you.Come unto Me.

You were there when the earth just needed to move

It does that from time to time…

A needed act to keep it in place

I even drew a line

To show men where the earth would move

But people still gather there

I won’t stop the earth from moving but

My children are in my care 

I will speak to the hearts in all the world

To help with all they can

But I cannot undo the needs of the earth

Or decisions past made by man.”

Dorothy V. Blakeman