You, darkness, who birthed me

You, darkness, who birthed me,

who pushed me, blinking, into the morning,

I love you more than I love the silken candle.

Lovely as she is, she limits the tiny world in which she shines

to her one bright small circle of light.

But you, darkness, you hold everything:

flame, design, people, creatures,

princes and powers, rivers and planets …

and me, too, just as you find them.

You feel like a great strong heart,

calmly beating all around me.

You, darkness, who cradled me,

who nudged me gently into the morning,

I believe in you. I believe in the night.