The night trembles with specied ambiguity.
It is the time of darkness, yet a candle shines the brighter for it. The dark’s terrors stalk most lethally at night, yet church and temple double their welcome to those who gather then.
Night, like a desert, seems a deathly void. Yet as for those who patiently search the desert’s mysteries, so does night offer a thousand fascinations to the eye that accommodates itself to the night-time’s odder shades.
The night, whether for those who stand at orders through its long stretch or for those who gather to worship at its unrushed hours, is a time to bless the One who made both night and day, then refashions them before our astonished eyes with each turn of the globe.
Come, bless the LORD, all you servants of the LORD, who stand by night in the house of the LORD!
Lift up your hands to the holy place, and bless the LORD.
May the LORD, maker of heaven and earth, bless you from Zion. (Psalm 131:1-3 NRSV)
Night is a time to bless and a time to receive YHWH’s blessing.
Night is not merely the Nothing that its hurried dismissers, intoxicated by the day’s glare, claim it to be.
The night caresses its own glow, brilliance, blessing.
Canter Bridge 
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