A Prayer of Comfort

A Prayer of Comfort

As the rain hides the stars,
as the autumn mist hides the hills,
as the clouds veil the blue of the sky,
so the dark happenings of my lot
hide the shining of your face from me.
Yet, if I may hold your hand in the darkness,
it is enough.
Since I know that,
though I may stumble in my going,
You do not fall.

(A Gaelic prayer, translated by Alistair Maclean)