In Sunday’s Lectionary, the second of the Psalms includes this… “…my soul waits for the Lord more than those who watch for the morning, more than those who watch for the morning.” It’s not necessarily very easy for a twenty first century person to understand the power of that comparison. Going back in time, the darkness of night would have been intense. It might have been filled with wild animals and dangerous people. Starry skies are also beautiful. Cloudy skies would have been dark in a way that my experience of clouds lit up from below does not match. The only thing anywhere near that I have experienced was my night in the open by Scutchamer Knob when I was walking part of the Ridgeway (a long time ago). I couldn’t sleep properly because of the April northerly, and I kept waking up and wanting the sky to begin to get light again.
