Tears are shed. Heart weeps. A deep wound from the past it touched.
It is April.
Night terrors come about in the night of that which is desired to be forgotten.
It is April.
The pain becomes surfaced. Memories are stirred.
It is April.
April: the month of mourning for Rwanda.
This month broken hearts come together to share in their pain, weeping, and hope with each other. The Genocides are brought to the surface. They have been set aside. Like a secret, it is simply not openly discussed. But, it is April. It is a month to dare to remember the past. It is a month to weep over that which was lost. It is a month that painfully reflects upon a fire that consumed a nation. April, it is a time of mourning. April, it is a time to cling ever so tightly to the hand of the Almighty.
It is April.
