Consumed by the fires of hatred, clouds of smoky ash, once precious human lives, rose from this valley of death, crying out in agony.
As they drift back to earth, they refuse to be silenced; their voices pierce our days and haunt our nights.
Can you hear the smoky ashes? Listen more closely.
Can you feel the smoky ashes? Open your hearts.
In the weight of this solemn stillness, can you dare to cry out: “Shalom reigns!”