Beckoning God–
who called the rich to travel toward poverty,
the wise to embrace your folly,
the powerful to know their own frailty;
who gave strangers a sense of homecoming in an alien land
and to stargazers, true light and vision as they bowed to earth–
we lay ourselves open to your signs for us.
Stir us with holy discontent over a world,
which gives its gifts to those
who have plenty already
whose talents are obvious
whose power is recognized;
and help us
both to share our resources with those who have little
and to receive with humility the gifts they bring to us.
Rise within us, like a star,
and make us restless
till we journey forth
to seek our rest in you.
Kate Compston in Bread for Tomorrow: Praying with the World’s Poor (London: SPCK, 1992) 53-54.