A dear friend of mine gave me a book the other day. It’s called Sabbath: Finding Rest, Renewal, and Delight in Our Busy Lives, and it’s a wonderful book… I’m enjoying it very much.
I found this poem in the book and love it so much I wanted to post it here…
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Let Evening Come
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Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.
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Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.
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Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars
appear and the moon disclose her silver horn.
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Let the fox go back to it’s sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.
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To the bottle in the ditch, to the
scoop in the oats, to the air in the lung
let evening come.
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Let it come as it will, and don’t
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.
~Jane Kenyon
That is a nice poem. It makes me feel very relaxed.
No, Harry has never really kicked me, but he may have got Millie once. She came to me once with an eye swollen shut. She may have toppled off a wall but those were the days she thought Harry was someone to hangout with.
I have had a bite from the foal Munch. She’ll nibble my pants (or even me) if I don’t watch out.
And no, my gang hasn’t gone hungry either! I’ve been told I feed them well. I hope I do.
That is a beautiful poem. Very relaxing as Steve said.
Nice. Around here evening doesn’t come until pretty late, around 9 pm or so. From the yard we can watch the sun set into the speck of ocean that we can see.
That is lovely!
A song for the heart if ever there was one! You are right… I love it too. And it is so at home with you!