God sleeps in Rwanda

A country with a thousand hills

In a room where bodies stacked side to side

Innovative adults

And innocent children

Death is quiet, still

White with the texture of clay

Just one turn

I can hear nature sing

Roosters crow

Villagers work

Children laugh

I can see the rolling hills

I can see the movement of life

For every hill

There are a thousand bodies

For everybody buried

There are even more forgivers

Throughout it all

No matter what happens in the day

God returns to sleep in Rwanda

Blessed is the land that gives the lord praise

 “The whole valley where dead bodies and ashes are thrown, and all the terraces out to the Kidron Valley on the east as far as the corner of the Horse Gate, will be holy to the Lord. The city will never again be uprooted or demolished.””

Jeremiah 31:40 NIV