REACHING OUT TO HAITI

 

I feel your pain
and long to touch the hurt
and make it melt away.
Yes, I know
that I can’t really see
the breadth
and depth
of this dark valley you’re in. ...
I can’t truly know
just how sharp the knife is
in your soul –
for it is you in its path,
not me.
But I have known other valleys
and in my heart
still bear knife-wound scars.
Even so,
I would walk your road
and take your pain
if I could
I cannot.
And yet, perhaps
in some way
I can be a hand to hold
in the darkness;
in some way, try to blunt
the sharpness of pain.
But if not –
it may help a little
just to know I care.