It rained the last night I was in Haiti. It stormed with cracks of thunder and bolts of lightening. My driver Ernst said Haiti was crying for my departure. I think Haiti cried because it was echoing the feelings of my soul, a bit of sadness to wash away the pain to start fresh. Renewed. Clean. I woke up to a beautiful morning - I am sure God made it especially for me to showcase the beauty of Haiti to remind me one of the reasons to return :) One of the MANY reasons . . .
Leaving Haiti once again
with it's dirt under my fingernails
and the dust on my feet.
Refreshed anew, ready and armed
to fight for my second home.
Fight for assistance,
fight for awareness,
fight for people who have accepted me as one of their own.
So many eyes and smiles photographed in my mind
with open arms of love.
Au revoir ma cherie,
until we meet again . . .
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