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.””
“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