Let Evening Come ~Jane Kenyon

   Posted by: liz   in faith

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 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. 
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4 comments so far


This is a perfect word for me today. I was feeling really sad with some bad news about a hometown friend’s 5-week-old son who got an infection last week & is suddenly not expected to live. But this truth comforts.

March 20th, 2011 at 2:23 pm

so sorry to hear about the baby of your friend, susie. so sad. i will pray for them….

March 20th, 2011 at 2:45 pm

Out of curiosity, did you find this poem, as I did, through Susan Wise Bauer’s Twitter feed?

March 25th, 2011 at 7:52 pm

jessica – yes! did she post the whole thing? i thought she only posted the first few lines. i JUST started following her on twitter today but i subscribe to her blog through google reader, and i only saw the first few lines. BUT…i love jane kenyon, and have the book of poems called “Otherwise” (which is also the title of a very good poem). i saw her husband, donald hall, speak once, very soon after her death, and it was a beautiful, heart-wrenching talk he gave, reading her poems and some of his. i’ve been a fan of both their poetry ever since!

March 25th, 2011 at 8:00 pm

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