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Thou art as a shadow in the algid Siberian frost
Woe betide the darkness...you shall not surmount
I hear your cries. Guttural and piercing. Your sacrifice not to be forgotten.
You crush me. Inhibit me. You beat me and cripple me. Yet strong I stand.
Begrimed souls litter the distorted paths
Timid and stricken...
The youthful are liberated. Run and cry with glee.
Retreat moments later. Their eyes hollow and unforgiving.
For one to praise God when the heart beats, and accuse him when it stops. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! God why? God why?
The maladorous corpses embrace one another. Cherubic and angelic are their ghostly smiles. Not so far-gone. Spoiled in the riches of love they are.
Suffocated by debris they say For what is to happen to me is what happens to you. You live so that I may breathe. You sink so that I may swim. You fall so that I may fly.
Yet in the midst of death, in the macabre cradle of rubble and tears. Hope thrives.
For every man and every woman was once a child. That had it's guardian watching over it. The child stirred in the tenor of humanity. Faced with acrimony and grievance. Their hearts became stubborn. But that guardian. Your guardian. Held it's hand to your chest. It did not let go. It whispered with a harmonic amity...
To be so privileged. We are so selfish. Give of yourself. The part of you that is unique. Your talent is a treasure. Nurture it.
You are a guardian. We are all guardians. Now won't you touch Haiti's heart. Won't you give them the greatest gift one can receive. Won't you love.