Let Evening Come Jane Kenyon

Let Evening Come
By Jane Kenyon

Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, Moving up the bales as she sun goes down

Let the cricket take up chafing
As a woman takes her yarn and needles
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 in his 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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