You see us, Lord, we who are never sure of love.
We are always asking for signs, irrefutable proof,
when all we ever have are furtive traces, to be gathered day by day.
We who would like to have evidence, lead us to trust
which is the other name for faith.
And who knows how to read in the fragile signs of a newborn baby on the ground,
a cross on the hill,
a piece of bread broken at dusk,
and a stone rolled at dawn,
the beginning of ‘all things new’ that you have created
and that are already emerging, our future in You, God with mankind.