Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Words of REST

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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 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.
by Jane Kenyon


Dan Price said...

Jane Kenyon! Good stuff. I was the representative for Donald Hall when he spoke at my college. It pretty much meant that I drove him around and chatted. You could tell those two loved each other very deeply.

Erin said...

Wow...so peaceful...thanks for sharing :)

isaiah said...

Great Poem and awesome pic. Thanks, Trev.

Jon said...

Absolutely beautiful, Trev.


Meredith said...

Jane beautifully expresses genuine fearlessness and great peace in this lovely poem.

Thank you!

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tamingthemind said...

I remember the first time I read this poem (years ago). The absolute feeling of trust and acceptance that the poem aroused in me kept me reading it over and over again. That happened again today. It's a glimpse at what is possible.

Thank you.