One of the Psalms

It is a mystery; I cannot fathom it.
It mixes light and darkness: in the dark,

I’ve come to be hidden; in the light,
I see how far the darkness goes.

Last night, green stars above the road.
I lit a candle, and the flame

was fingernail and lily, tongue;
the flame was a blue blade to cut

the night from the night’s stem, to part
the light and the dark, the dark and the dark.