God of Life, tonight we listen, we contemplate the Life of origins,
light in the depths of our nights.
Your Life visits us, venturing onto human soil, slipping into our clay vessels.
It entrusts itself to the tenderness of the poor; in the vigilance of the humble,
in the vigilance of the humble and the rejected.
This evening we listen and we see, God, your Life exposed in a land of pain and violence,
Your Life offered, given, abandoned.
We listen, we contemplate, from the split trunk, it revives, it re-emerges, ardent sap,
it crosses the world.
Your Life, God, opens a passageway, it is a tiny child who carries it.