And someone shares a poem and I offer words-

     "The bounds of night are safely past and slumber's bars asunder cast. While morn arises on the blue and bathes the sky in radiance new, soon as the earlier light we see, we lift our souls, Oh Lord, to Thee; to Thee, sweet source of living light. in song and prayers our hearts unite." It was a prayer of St. Hillary of Poitier. "The bounds of night are safely past". Speaks to me of an internal life. Couldn't night here tell of a slumber, a sleeping from christ to a sleeping in christ, to a room once 'asunder cast' now ". Your friends shares with u in the holy spirit of love and connection for he knows in you it will be received. Blessed are those who mourn for they shall be comforted by this same spirit which is alive in your friend, in you and in me.