Ask the mother whose child has died if it’s true that the world ended. Ask anyone who lost a family member last week. Last night. Today. Ask them if it’s true what they say about the end.
Ask this little girl in Haiti. She’ll tell you she doesn’t know anything about the end of any worlds. She knows only that she exists. She knows also that her eyes have seen too much already. This patch of earth and all of its troubles make up her never-ending world. Nothing to do but sing.
Standing in filthy water, she sings. Her clothes are ranyon shreds, yet she sings in that little voice that dares you to ignore the fact that she does exist. Not yet five, but this girlchild has many heartbreaking stories to tell.
Don’t you mind the mud, the decaying water-drum, the excrement; don’t mind the remains of lost and ancient things. Ignore the mounds of hopelessness. Hear her song. Hear the hope in that little voice. Hear how one so small transcends it all. For a while.
Sing along. Fast. A new world has just begun. Now isn’t the time to miss a single beat.
Watch the video before it goes away.