I caught a glimpse of the video of them over his shoulder as he was watching it on his iPad. Thousands of them walking, trudging, and carrying their meagre belongings with them back home. A semblance of home. A home that is at least, for now, theirs, albeit it a bombed-out home, a devastated one. It is theirs. What will they find? I cannot imagine. Or how it will feel when they do. I no longer know what to pray for, except that as many of them as possible find some shelter, some peace and something like an ordinary, fruitful life again. I wish them that. As I wish it for all. Let this be an end to the fighting, the killing. Let it be an end.
