The church service act of “passing the peace” had a different slant as we exchanged clay tokens resembling doves. These had been created by the family of those conducting the service. My “dove” was decidedly different – it looked like a hybrid of some kind of bird and my country’s unique monotreme – the platypus. “Passing the peace” became something like “passing the pieces” of the chaos that often overtake our lives. Hence the following “collect” (thank you for the inspiration, Pádraig Ó Tuama) and haiku.
O Great One who formed the Universe from the Chaos of the Void.
Gather our pieces and make them whole. May the beauty of that which makes us unique in our diversity point to your all-embracing love and grace so that we may know our completeness in You. Amen.
Clay thing in hand
Whispering a call to peace
Grace of the Other