I have never seen your healing hand.
You come in the dark, when no one knows.
I wait in silence and reliance shy
in loneliness.
You my sister and mother, you and I and not I,
your name is night, an enigma's dark sun,
I sense you immense and mighty and blind
and soundlessly dumb.
You know depths of horrors I have not seen,
I tremble to break your law's secret way,
But you know a solace mild denied to me
by sunbright day.
I have silently hidden in you my wound
and ached among thorns till my soul was bare.
In the darkness you touched the bush - it leapt
into wild roses there.
For more information, please visit the website of David McDuff and his own pages with the translations.