Author Topic: Let Evening Come  (Read 172 times)


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Let Evening Come
« on: January 17, 2018, 07:40:54 AM »
This weekend I spent time purging books from my shelves. Many of them were Christine’s and covered topics she was passionate about. Interior design, genealogy, painting. In a small way handling and giving away those books felt like saying goodbye again. This morning I found a poem that feels the same.

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.

Jane Kenyon
Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to a known God.
-Corrie Ten Boom


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Re: Let Evening Come
« Reply #1 on: January 17, 2018, 10:22:55 AM »
Thanks LF, that was beautiful.
I don't want it to be his legacy that his death destroyed me.
I need to honour his life by rebuilding my life.