Mindful Whispers

There’s a Haiti in my soul and the walls of my house of belief are shattered. How can they say no relief? How can they ignore the human devastation?
       And how is your heart?
Our selfishness despairs me.
       And how is your soul?
I am angry.
       And how are your eyes?
I fear my scowl has become permanent.
       And how are your hands?
The fists have made my hands hurt.
       Try again. And how is your heart?
My house of belief needs no walls to partition and separate. All are welcome.
      And how is your soul?
With no walls the sun fills my soul with hope.
       And how are your eyes?
Fear and uncertainty strike everyone in different ways.
       And how are your hands?
Strong enough to reach outward.
       And what will you do?
I will donate for Haiti. I will donate for us all. I will speak out. I will pray.
       And how is your heart?
A bit like Lazarus walking out of the tomb into the light of a new day.
       Laughter.
Laughter.