In silent watches of the night,
The whirlwind passed me by.
Attention will demand no less
Than imitating holiness.
I heard the turning of an angel’s wing
And felt a feathered kiss upon my cheek.
It’s You who watches with me in the night
You who made sublime the day.
No less than You I waited for.
Repaid a hundred times, Your love
Will silence every fright. Tireless,
That whisper few can hear
Will someday stranger all my fear.