I toured the United Nations yesterday. They have a display of quilts.
This one comes from Bosnia and Herzegovina. Part of a larger quilt, it commemorates the Srebrenica massacre when between 7,000 and 8,000 Bosnian Muslims were killed.
Each square remembers one of the men or boys killed.
I noticed how many times last names repeat. Notice the top row – where all the names are the same; or the bottom row – four names the same. Even in the middle rows, the names repeat.
Fathers and sons? Brothers? Cousins? My heart aches as I wonder and say a prayer for all victims. I say a prayer for the women and all who grieve. I say a prayer that the human race may find the grace to put an end to such atrocities.
And after a moment, a moment that hangs like an eternity, I say a prayer for those who commit atrocities.
See you along the Trail.
Along the Graybeard Trail 