Christ, You walk the streets at midnight,
Where the city hums with need;
Where the apps ignite our longing,
Where we ache to be received.
In the glow of broken pavements,
In the bodies we compare,
You are whispering through the static:
“Child, your worth is more than here.”

When we judge ourselves too harshly,
Chasing shadows, shrinking size;
When we crop our truth to armour,
Fearing no one wants our lives—
Christ, You hold the ones who doubt it,
You embrace the ones who break;
You are present in the silence
After every lonely ache.

Where a message breaks the numbness,
Where a stranger sees us whole;
Where a laugh releases tension,
Where we risk our guarded soul—
There Your wounded love is moving,
There Your tenderness is shown;
In the fragile spark of meeting,
We are seen, not left alone.

Teach us, Christ, to seek with courage
More than bodies passing through;
Give us strength to name our hunger,
Give us hearts that beat like you.
In the apps and in the alleyways,
In the nights we feel undone,
Be the truth beneath our yearning,
Be the love that makes us one. 

Originally published on NeuroDivine.ie