We're coming into the darkness yet again, the respite for the weary, not the time of sharp divisions. That's the noonday sun, with short, sharp shadows and separation, one from another. The dusk softens, eases, welcomes us back to our whole selves, together, not apart, making way and making refuge, welcoming one another to tables set with what we have, finding our way through disagreements that were in sharp relief but now, in the kindness of nightfall, finding common ground. We're coming into the darkness yet again, Beloved, the gifts of the night and the night that needs and offers blessing just as much as the day. May we make welcome and make way for those blessings, the ones we have to offer, the expected and the unexpected that arrive with the hours of hospitality and story and community and connection, the hours of hoping and dreaming and planning, the hours of rest and generous laughter and nourishing one another, the hours that occupy nightfall to dawn. May we make the most of this time, find and create reasons to be glad and to gladden this world, and give thanks for the blessings of the night. Amen.