Spirit, I need you in all things.
All things need you.
You, the streaked sunset;
You, the child’s play;
You, the silent lily;
You, the widow and saint.
Glory Son, I beg of You,
Step into empty and fill.
Fill void and nothing;
Fill aching head;
Fill sleepless stumbling;
Fill threatening dread.
Beaming Father, You smile, absolute.
Look, still, and be joyful.
Joyful in our going;
Joyful in our speech;
Joyful in the coming steps;
Joyful in her, him,
Joyful in me.
Amen.