Peace be with you.
Behind doors closed & locked in fear,
peace dwell with you.
On this path where the footing is tricky,
peace walk with you.
Through the mist with its disorienting shadows,
peace gaze calmly with you.
At the table, whether crowded or quiet,
peace sit with you.
No matter the turbulence or shifting ground,
peace stand with you.
In every breath, in each wound & every exuberance,
peace be alive with you.
Peace be with you.
What kind of peace is this – that passes understanding?
the peace of not-knowing and trusting,
the peace of failing and leading,
the peace of losing and holding on,
the peace of grieving and loving.
When fragile peace seems out of reach to us, O wounded God, reach out to us and take us by the hand.
Alleluia, Amen.
Very Ecclesiastes 3! 🙂 Love these juxtapositions, Hilary.