Remember that You are Dust

 
Haiti Trip (October-November); Day Five: My activities today returned me to the barbarous fields of Titanyen.  To a place so swollen with bodies the earth now gives light to the bones of its prey.

While walking amongst the fallen sons and daughter of Haiti, hundreds of thousands of souls in-total, I couldn’t help but recalled a sign I once read that said: “Remember that you are dust.” Yes, we will all return to dust. However, until I am returned to the earth, I will tend to those who dwell where the dust runs red with blood, where the weeds choke silent the voice of the living and where dignity for the dead is a forgotten promise.

Enough is enough, and this is all I have to say for today.