This night time passing,
This darkened dome that reigns upon us all
in our hour o’ fear,
This nightly milling o’ th’ stars,
Showers doon upon us its
blessed meteors o’ darkness,
moistens th’ sighted eye
an’ brings rest tea th’ lidded redness.
This ghostly passing,
this darkened dimmed iris
breathes welcome,
breathes welcome tae th’ great an’ silent shadows.
This nocturnal passing that shields us from the sun,
Bids us welcome, safe harbour,
Safe entry intae th’ hollows o’ wondrous dreams.
This be th’ time o’ darkness.
It is th’ time tae drift intae th’ hearto’ God,
tae touch briefly intae th’ meaning,
intae th’ timeless,
until th’ dawning unravels in a splash o’ brilliant rays,
until th’ dawning conquers.
This is th’ time tea settle among th’ night sounds,
tae utter th’ most ancient prayer:
One mair, one mair.
This time.
This is thae time,
Let thare be
one mair day.
Let th’ morning
bring surprise.
Let th’ sun glow upon us
one mair,
one mair time.
