A friend asked me to repost this. *shrug*
I have no clue why. And I was smart enough not to ask.
A small request to honor. Downpayment on the “why” she will share with me when ready.

To healing….

I’ve recycled this poem a couple of times. It was originally born in support of a dear friend who suffered an unimaginable loss. Before I could share it with her, I misplaced it and sought to recreate it from memory. What you read here, this final piece, in the days following the horrific shootings at Virgina Tech.

Haiti deserves a fresh poem. A gift that belongs to Haiti alone. And it will come. But…for now, I find it hard to string words together that will convey my feelings. No, I’m not Haitian. But I am human. And my heart is heavy for Haiti. Make no mistake about it - while my heart is heavy, it does not wrap itself in pity.

After all, if the history of Haiti has taught us nothing else, it will forever leave us with a hymn of strength, resilience…a psalm of praise for the overcomers. We mustn’t forget - it was Haiti who first said NO to slavery. And while the world exacted an economic price for that bold decision, Haiti will forever remain free in a way that the rest of the world will never understand.

Who could pity that?

Life changes, moment to moment. Nothing remains the same. Each and every moment brings with it a change, a revision to what we think of as “normal”. An everyday occurrence that we take no notice of – after all, it’s “normal”. Sometimes, events come together, ripping the very fabric of “normal” such that it ends up looking like a patchwork quilt. And so it is this week. There is a hole in the fabric…but not in our soul. We cry, hold onto to each other, sift through our memories as we wade through the hurt, reminding ourselves that beauty lies on the other side of the pain that has come into our midst, uninvited.

When hope stutters. We have to reach deep inside ourselves – give thanks for the foundation that holds us up even in the midst of such a tragedy. We hold our family/friends tighter, vow to call or visit more often, volunteer more often, offer random acts of kindness to those we pass every day because…moment to moment, we do not know. And so, we promise to live better, love deeper, be present, pay attention, build the dream.

When hope stutters. We remind ourselves that pain is real. And we must remind ourselves that so is healing.

The Haiti you see on the news today is not the Haiti of tomorrow. Rest your understanding and healing on that. Let that become the bass line accompanying your grief.

Haitians are resilent, beautiful people with a rich, deep history.

Trust and believe…Haiti will reteach the world the story of its loveliness.

As Haiti works to restore itself, to reach for a new and higher glory, I urge you to not only GET involved but to STAY involved. Not only in Haiti but in issues that may be closer to home for you. Tutor a child. Teach an adult to read. Donate food to local foodbanks. Do what you can where you can and know that nothing you do or give from a sincere heart is EVER too small.

Walk in Love,
*~* MsJayye *~*

I pray each of you as peaceful a Friday as your heart can stand.
~ J ~

Hey Blogworld!
Did ya miss me?? (*Ahem* In cause you’re wondering, the proper response is “YES!! Of course! Stop asking silly questions!! LOL)

Just passing through with a quick poetic ditty that birthed itself between sips of my morning cappucino. Hopefully my “blog drive-bys” will find themselves more like the days of old when I posted on a regular basis. Hoping to make some changes and get back to my blogalicious self SOON.

In the meantime….enjoy!

Love your life! You might be surprised at the vibration that comes back to you!

*~* MsJayye *~*