Free At Last

The words of Martin Luther King take on a different meaning here. I have been writing about the earthquake in Haiti for days now but I can scarcely tire, as I write people are out there digging their way through stone, some digging in and some digging out. This 7.0 earthquake devastated the capital of Haiti, leaving it in many places just heaps of rubble. But there is hope even after 5 days, survivors are still being found.

 

 

Free At Last

For three days under the rubble she stayed

Rescuers dug above the area where she laid

Every stone they moved brought greater hope

Ears where caressed when she said send down a rope

 

And they did and she put it around her waist

They pulled slowly but surely taking her from that dark place

 

Light shone brightly but she saw the smile

A familiar smile from her dad who she hadn’t seen in a while

She suffered during the earthquake but also for years past

Thank God Almighty, she exclaimed, I’m Free At Last

 

 


 

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