Underneath Haiti

There is no verb that can help explain the magnitude of the tragedy in Haiti...  It all seems so irrational, that it's difficult to describe it without struggling to make sense.  I pray for Haiti, may it raise like the Phoenix and be free of suffering.

The blood, the despair, the loss | Brother, sister, father, mother | Limbs in pieces |  The home, the school, the church, the playground  | A mass grave | The tents, the stench, the dirt, the street hospital | If any, a plate of food, a gallon of water, a pair of crutches | The heat, the flies, a wrinkled beggar | Another mattress on the pavement, a pregnant widow | A funeral, a new-born child | The song, the touch, the love, the tear, the faith, the fear, the prayer | A puzzle of dreams, pain, courage and hope | Underneath Haiti, from within the ashes | a ray of light, a rising sun |