Night spreads over the world. Many people seem to have lost their way.
What can we do if we can no longer orient ourselves by the stars?
Jesus, our light, come Lord, come!
Fear builds walls, between peoples, between people.
It also closes the door to hearts.
Jesus, our Master of love, come Lord, come!
Hope is dying out in our countries, overflowing with goods.
It rises like a living flame in so many others struggling to emerge from poverty.
Jesus our freedom, come Lord, come!
Modestly, peacemakers are working to weave new relationships,
of dialogue, of acceptance of otherness.
Jesus our Peace, come Lord, come!