I returned to Haiti for my third trip earlier this month. It was nice to feel useful there. We stayed at the same orphanage in Jacmel, and helped to build a dirt road behind the orphanage on their expanded property. It's purpose was to make a path for a truck so that a well could be installed. Eventually, this property will serve as additional room for orphans. We also passed cement to Haitian workers who were building the wall around this property. At the beginning of the week, we were asked to move rocks closer to the area where the workers were building the wall so they would have stones to install as part of the wall. A highlight for me was that I was asked to visit a church in Port-au-Prince because the church who sent us is interested in becoming partners with it. They needed to know if it was a legitimate church, so they asked me and a teammate to talk to the pastor and see the church. It was beautiful, and the pastor and associate pastor talked about their experiences during the 2010 earthquake, which made the disaster more personal.
This wasteland cold and dark runs free Its fearful creatures speak to me One fateful day one nudged my hand To set my eyes upon a tree He knew I could not understand For I was in his native land His signs became our common speech To lead me through the deadly sand Now stuck I saw him me beseech He could not lift me out to reach The firm foundation of a cave Outside the boundaries of this beach Withal, the beast became more brave To risk his own my life to save To carry me, its life it gave To carry me, its life it gave. This poem was inspired by Robert Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." That poem, like this one, has four four-line stanzas of eight syllables per stanza. Its rhyme scheme is AABA BBCB CCDC DDDD.
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