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FAITH / David Whyte
信德
I want to write about faith,
about the way the moon rises
over cold snow, night after night,
我想寫一首關於信德的詩，
寫月如何於冷雪之上攀升，
夜復一夜，
faithful even as it fades from fullness,
slowly becoming that last curving and impossible
sliver of light before the final darkness.
即使由盈轉缺，依然堅信；
於黑暗來臨之前，緩緩化為
那最後的、幾乎不存在的
一彎銀光。
But I have no faith myself,
I refuse it the smallest entry.
但我沒有信德，
連最狹隘的門縫都不願開啟相迎。
Let this then, my small poem,
like a new moon, slender and barely open,
be the first prayer that opens me to faith.
就讓我這首小詩
一如新月，細瘦、隱微，
成為一場初禱，
開啟我，敞向信德之道。
(Mary May 譯）
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