Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Let Evening Come...

Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.
Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.
Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in the long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.
Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.
Let it come, as it will, and don't
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.
Thank you, Jane Kenyon. 
Best to all, e. 


Ginnie said...

Beautiful selection, Ellen! And your picture is the perfect accompaniment to those words.

Molly said...

i have found myself anticipating the evening every day. there's something about the light at the end of the day, at the end of summer. thank you for sharing such lovely words and photo!