HOPE

Hope barely breathes its chest tight beneath the smoke as grief spreads like fire through streets that once knew laughter. Haiti, now a land of shadows where joy is muffled by gunshots and dreams lie broken on corners no longer safe to dream in. Yet still, the sun dares to rise a quiet defiance in the sky reminding us that even in ruins light remembers the way home. And as long as that light survives as long as one voice still prays We all should know this: Haiti will not die in this darkness.