OPTION FOR THE POOR.

 Lord Jesus, brothers and sisters of the poor,

 in the face of the murky glare of the mighty, 

you have become powerless. 

 From the stellar heights of divinity,

 you brought man down to the bottom. 

 Being wealthy, you become poverty. 

 Being the axis of the world, 

you became periphery, marginalization, captivity.

You cast aside the rich and contented

 and took up the torch of the oppressed and forgotten, 

And you bet on them.  

Carrying aloft the banner of mercy, 

you walked over the peaks and ravines behind the wounded sheep.

You said that the rich already had their god,

those who sin out of greed and 

because they believe themselves to be more than God,

and that only the poor offer free spaces of wonder;  

For them, it will be the sun and the kingdom,

 the wheat field and the harvest.  Blessed!.

It's time to pitch our tents and get on the road

 to stop the misery and the sobbing. 

Weeping and tears, break the metal of the chains

 and sustain the dignity of the fighter, 

which is coming, implacable, the dawn of liberation

 in which the swords will be buried in the germinating earth.

There are many poor people, Lord. 

Their cry is muffled, rising, impetuous, 

and at times threatening like an approaching tempest.

Give us, Lord Jesus, your sensitive and risky heart; 

deliver us from indifference and passivity;

 Make us capable of committing ourselves and of betting ourselves, 

too, on the poor and abandoned.

It is time to pick up the banners of justice 

and peace get to the bottom of the crowds 

among tensions and conflicts,

 and challenge materialism with alternative solutions.

Amen.