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A prayer for the children and parents  of Haiti
I rocked my daughter to sleep just now
And I wept for the mothers who would never rock their children again
I laid her in her bed for a nap
And I sobbed for the fathers that will lay their children in early graves
I thought back to lunch and saw how foolish I was to be angry over spaghetti on her sleeves
And I shook my head in rage at the wild cruelty of creation which toppled a city in less than a minute
I tried to read the history of an island
And I was overwhelmed by alienation, racism and cruelty that keep visiting revenge on each new generation
I thought back to a doctor’s visit this week with vaccines, antibiotics, supplies without end
And I prayed for all the doctors that have only their compassion and good sense to depend on in the aftermath
I heard her cough in the other room, saw her shuffle around the corner, tousle-headed from her nap
And I cried for all the children that would never be heard or seen by their parents again
I gathered her up in my arms, holding her tight, feeling her heart beat
And my heartA prayer for the children and parents  of Haiti
I rocked my daughter to sleep just now
And I wept for the mothers who would never rock their children again
I laid her in her bed for a nap
And I sobbed for the fathers that will lay their children in early graves
I thought back to lunch and saw how foolish I was to be angry over spaghetti on her sleeves
And I shook my head in rage at the wild cruelty of creation which toppled a city in less than a minute
I tried to read the history of an island
And I was overwhelmed by alienation, racism and cruelty that keep visiting revenge on each new generation
I thought back to a doctor’s visit this week with vaccines, antibiotics, supplies without end
And I prayed for all the doctors that have only their compassion and good sense to depend on in the aftermath
I heard her cough in the other room, saw her shuffle around the corner, tousle-headed from her nap
And I cried for all the children that would never be heard or seen by their parents again
I gathered her up in my arms, holding her tight, feeling her heart beat
And my heart broke for all the arms that would never hold again
Lord have mercy.
broke for all the arms that would never hold again
Lord have mercy.

A prayer for the children and parents of Haiti

I rocked my daughter to sleep just now

And I wept for the mothers who would never rock their children again

I laid her in her bed for a nap

And I sobbed for the fathers that will lay their children in early graves

I thought back to lunch and saw how foolish I was to be angry over spaghetti on her sleeves

And I shook my head in rage at the wild cruelty of creation which toppled a city in less than a minute

I tried to read the history of an island

And I was overwhelmed by alienation, racism and cruelty that keep visiting revenge on each new generation

I thought back to a doctor’s visit this week with vaccines, antibiotics, supplies without end

And I prayed for all the doctors that have only their compassion and good sense to depend on in the aftermath

I heard her cough in the other room, saw her shuffle around the corner tousle-headed from her nap

And I cried for all the children that would never be heard or seen by their parents again

I gathered her up in my arms, holding her tight, feeling her heart beat

And my heart broke for all the arms that would never hold children again

Lord have mercy.

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