Hope in Rubble

By: Melissa Buskey, New York

Come with me 

to a land full of rubble

Witness a place ridden with corruption,

where selfish interest keeps reconstruction at a halt.

Experience the fear of poverty and the power of voodoo.

Smell the garbage that is piled along the streets waiting to be burned.

Touch the glass shards on every wall of every building to keep evil out.

Feel the relentless sun beating down with no mercy on those working hard for little.

See those who are living under make-shift houses of tarps and sticks.

Watch children walk home knowing there will be no food for dinner.

Come with me

Come with me to a country full of hope

Witness a people coming together,

where selfless people work to overcome their circumstances.

Experience the freedom of not being bound by materialism.

Smell the air tinted by sweat of those working hard to rebuild their lives.

Touch the hands of children as they pull you away to play among the rubble.

Feel the simplicity of pure love and joy that comes from a child’s smile amidst the dust.

See the homeless take pride in themselves and what little they have.

Watch the children with empty stomachs still enjoy just being kids.

Come with me

Come with me to Haiti

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