Spirit of God,
You whom a long tradition before us invokes as the Father of the poor,
the Defender, the Comforter,
you heal the wounded, you straighten the bent.
Putting people on their feet, again and again, stronger than fate,
that’s what you’ve been doing since the beginning!
You are the Wind that blows where we least expect it,
subversive and free,
you displace and dispossess,
you fill empty hands,
you who prepare the Day of God, we’re waiting for you!