I found this on my hard drive and I have posted this on my Church's Facebook page but it has no author referenced. The structure is similar to my writing, and the spelling is certainly like mine but I worry that it belongs to someone and I need to credit them.
Does it look familiar?
The peace we pray for is your peace.
Peace like the end of flood and a dove bringing leaves.
Peace like the green pastures and still waters of the Good shepherd.
Peace like the shut mouth of the lion as Daniel sleeps.
Peace like the companion in the fiery furnace protecting from harm.
Peace like the betrayed brother forgiving the stolen blessing
Peace like the betrayed brother sold as slave, returned as saviour
Peace like the taste of freedom across the dry sea.
Peace like the calm of the stilled storm.
Peace like the girl at the foot of the teacher
Peace like picnic of thousands through sharing of blessing
Peace like the man praying as his friends sleep.
Peace like the man who stilled his friend’s sword and healed his captor.
Peace like the man silent before his accusers
Peace like the man breathing his last on the cross
Peace like the empty Israel tomb that Easter morning
Peace of the reconciling love of God who told the people of Israel;
Sing o barren one who did not bear children,
let your song of joy burst from your chest
you who did not go through labour!
The children you will have, coming from all directions
will be more than those of a family of birth.
Make your tent bigger, make room!
Take the curtains that were walls and doors and peg
them out making more shelter.
No half measures, there are so many who will make a
home with you,
make your tent poles strong and the tethers long.
You need to spread out and fill the barren and broken
places.
And do not let the foreigner and eunuch among you
say “I have no place here.”
Let them make a home with you and you with them.
Let there be peace.
Amen
Also, there is this one,
Did you see, as you left your house, that look on your neighbour’s face as they carried in their shopping?
No, I was looking for my Lord Jesus.
Did you see, while you were at work, the colleague who ate alone and sat with their head in their hands?
No, I was looking for my Lord Jesus.
Did you see, as you walked down the street the old man in the doorway talking to himself?
No, I was looking for my Lord Jesus.
Did you see, as you sat on that bench, the terrified young woman dragged along by a man who keeps her close.
No, I was looking for my Lord Jesus.
Did you see, the young child at the end of school, walking slowly, afraid to go home?
No, I was looking for my Lord Jesus.
Sorry, who was it you were looking for? Jesus? Sorry you just missed him.
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