Haiti Restored Part Infinite

A year ago today, I had the pleasure of meeting Haiti formally.  I'd dreamt of her, longed for her, prayed for her, seen plenty of her pictures, but had yet to make her acquaintance.  Our time together was encapsulated in just 10 short days and I can truly say that the pleasure was all mine.  Her beauty, breathtaking.  Her people, heart-shaping.  Her spirit, awakening.  No one like Haiti. 

How could she breathe so deeply, respire so fully, inspire so concretely?  She, the forgotten, forsaken.  She, the downtroddened, heavyladened....Welcomed me.  With open arms, broad smiles, and deep laughter, she welcomed me.  She held me in the arms of orphaned children.  Overwhelmed me with, bold starry nights.  Chastised my selfishness with seas of shanty.  Graciously, she welcomed me. 

She taught me.  I mean she schooled me.  Lectured the mess right out of my heart.  Pride and self-pity were no match for her soliloquy.  Blind ambition fell beneath her gaze.  She educated me.

I miss her.  From then until now, my heart has longed for her embrace.  I think I want to remain there.  Humbled by her strength.  Captured by her grace. 

I hope that we will see each other soon.  Resume our quest for justice, love, and peace.  Haiti.