We stand before you, Lord,
out of breath
out of courage
out of hope.
Constantly pulled between
the infinity of our desires
and the limits of our means,
jostled, torn, irritated, exhausted.
finally still, finally available.
Here is our fear of error
in our choice of commitments.
Here is our fear of not doing enough.
Here is the cross of our limitations.
Grant us to do what we should do,
without wanting to do too much, without wanting to do everything,
humble in our search
and in our willingness to serve,
Above all help us to find you
at the heart of our commitments,
for the unity of our action,
is you, Lord, a sole love.
You are the source, you toward whom everything converges.
We stand before you, Lord, to « re-gather » ourselves.
Michel Quoist, Priest and writer (1921-1997)
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