Our life are instants Starry in the sea At times intense, at others peaceful, when we feel our hearts burning and other times, darkness embraces us. Encounters and goodbyes. We weave the daily life with the threads of our fragile and sacred humanity. We walk with our own and others’ wounds, we mend, we begin again. Again and again you resurrect our hope. Like you, Lord, we want to to pass with meaning, doing good Leaving the trace of your tenderness, your gaze, your closeness. Mother Ascension You who passed by doing good to the sons and daughters of the jungle. Intercede for us, for the mission entrusted to us, For our wounded peoples, For the Congregation without borders that we may know how to weave together sisterhood and weave new stitches from the logic of small gestures and the little ones of history. Amen.