Though I wish they wouldn't, memories rise and swell out of the darkness, pressing against the dam..... The terror of the day the earth groaned and convulsed. The bewildering aftermath. The uter devastation. The fear. Overwhelmed exhaustion. Terrible grief. Doubt.
2010 stunned Haiti. The Christmas and New Year festivities were muted. A heaviness hung in the air, a bitter perfume. Tangible, like myrrh.
All celebrations are not festive. Sometimes, the steps of the dance are slow, the violins trembling, as shoulders heave, tears fall.
This dawn of remembrance is streaked by bruised hues.
'Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted'.......