Dear Rwanda.....

Dear Rwanda,

Will you share your daughter with me? Among the thousand hills, next to the Cypress tree.

Will you reach across the sea? From a land that bleeds of loss and tragedy.

Will you invite me to your table? Where the soul drinks from of the beautiful redemption of many.

Welcome me in.

To marvel among the trees.

To hear the whispers of the hills.

To be witness of beauty left untold.

Meet me on the road where the red clay covers victory left undone.

Let me take your hand in mine.

And take her along with me.

She awaits for me, under that Cypress tree.

For the thousand hills she will always be part,

Dear Rwanda, let me now fill her heart.