The land is flooded with beauty and sorrow.

Death's sting steals more than can be carried

by a naive heart covered by closed eyes.

Sickness and fear cling to the spirits of men

and striving does not cease.

The stench of rotten meat and rotting dreams is weak compared to man's
hunger,

and dignity is fleeting.

The rhythm under the rising sun resonates deeply,

But the breath is shallow of one too tiny to fight -

She gasps for what should belong to her,

but life's last breath carries no climax.

Helpless and broken, a nation weeps

for her lost children - Abused.  Abandoned.  Alone.

And for a kingdom, not yet established for the eyes of men to see.

So with open eyes, I stare at the mountains

standing unmoved at dawn and dusk.

Not asking why, but when?

And recalling that there is a promise.

And with the promise comes hope.

God, let my feet be steady, although my knees are weak.

And let your hands hold the hurting

while I rest in this mystery.

Be gentle with your feeble people…

I don't desire to be changed, but to be moved -

by the heart of a Father

whose eyes are on the land.

Let me walk from this place slowly,

as one who is only now able to move.

Dropping burdens and crowns like pebbles…

My hands are empty.

And my eyes are lifted to the hills.

Ngi ya kutsandza babe nkhulunkhulu.