I heard outcries that I could not physically console. I closed my eyes and prayed with a vengeance

I swam across many oceans in my mind to  try and reach those in need

I returned  with my heart cracked  and dripping with sorrow from the the heavy load  I carried with me

I saw mothers dying while standing, not from the quake that shook the ground causing devastation,  but just from the thought of having lost their love ones
 

I saw fathers searching for families with whom  they've  just shared  memorable moments,  they will  only see them now in their minds and feeling them in their hearts

I saw real people doubting the almighty
wondering why

How do you pick up the pieces literally  and  move on?

I am still feeling the devastation that rocked  Lousiana; now this.

Although I can't physically be there to assist, I continue to rush the ocean in my mind to give financially from the heart-- and that's real

Haiti needs your help and prayers now!