REVEREND HAITI

Reverend Haiti,

I have no prayers remaining.

My hope is beneath rubble;

my eyes see only trouble;

my voice is defeated;

my good water depleted.

I have no prayers remaining,

Reverend Haiti.

I cry on my sea

of death and debris;

my wounds need sutures;

my neighbors need futures.

My Lord saves souls

but does He save cities.

My God saves sinners

but does He save citizens.

My Lord saves the lost

but does He save the losers.

My God died and rose

but we die and rot.

Reverend Haiti,

I have no words remaining.

Can you spare a prayer?