O Lord, Lord, the whole earth is in an upheaval; it groans and suffers, it is in agony… all this suffering that has descended upon it must not be in vain; grant that all this bloodshed may produce a swifter germination of the seeds of beauty and light and love which must blossom and cover the earth with their rich harvest. Out of the depths of this abysm of darkness the whole being of the earth cries to Thee that Thou mayst give it air and light; it is stifling, wilt Thou not come to its aid?
O Lord, what must we do to triumph?
Hear us, for we must conquer at any price. Break down every resistance: appear!