Let Evening Come by Jane Kenyon

Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the crickets 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.

~ from Good Poems: Selected and Introduced by Garrison Keillor

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4 Responses to Let Evening Come by Jane Kenyon

  1. Kathleen says:

    Lovely poem and a good reminder that we are never “alone”.

  2. CarrieK
    Twitter: booksandmovies
    says:

    Kathleen – I pre-posted this several weeks ago – had no idea that it would end up encouraging me while here at the hospital with Natalie!

  3. Mom says:

    Really liked this.