Jesus, son of man,
you have nowhere to lay your head; the impatience of the Spirit is driving you on the roads:
You must proclaim the Kingdom of God to everyone!
Ever since your voice resounded, we have been pilgrims
watching for a trace of your passage.
You are there where hands are stretched out to carry with them,
where mutual service creates a way of living together on a human scale.
You are there where a few share their goods, share their bread,
where people fight poverty and disarm hatred.
Jesus, son of man,
burn with the fire of your Spirit what still holds us back
and make us servants of your Kingdom.