Be our primary disease,
and infect us with your justice;
Be our night visitor,
and haunt us with your peace;
Be our moth that consumes,
and eat away at our unfreedom.
Be our primary disease,
our night visitor,
our moth
infect, haunt, eat away ...
Until we are toward you and with you and for you,
away from our injustice,
our anti-peace,
our unfreedom.
More like you and less like your resistance.
In the name of the one most like you,
most with you,
most for you ... even Jesus.
Amen.

Walter Brueggemann in Awed to Heaven, Rooted in Earth by Edwin Searcy