Have we heard your cry? Have we looked to your despair when you passed us by? The place of my roots, the place of the mentally, emotionally, and physically oppressed, why have you fallen with no motivation to rise up? I visited you not too long ago, before your surface struck by the most devastating of tragedies. I went to serve you and your people through medicine, aid, and attention. I lived within you, blended with your rhythm, and discovered your mysteries. Though you wept for your people, I found life in them. Lives so carefree, where was their stress? Where was their divided focus and attention to the superficial? Instead, the people lived with the appreciation of life despite destruction. They embraced what was really important because they thought this day was their last. Although sick, needy, hungry, weak, and unable, the people were products of the internal jewels the world could not give us. In their hopelessness, they found a freedom and peace others die searching for. Yet we see you as a victim of catastrophe, Haiti? How mistaken are we for how long will we be blind to our own ever-present catastrophe within us? Lives filled with consuming technology, where do our values lie? Internally, we die a slow death as we make significant the things that will soon disintegrate. Our relationships are sour, our patience low, our focus undivided, our motives dark. We are the living in destruction that lasts longer than a simple earthquake.
Courtesy of Expertinfantry
Love,
Stephanie
Stephanie
