Let Evening Come – Poets.org

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 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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