Let Evening Come
As we close the school year and anticipate the change of pace we will experience for a while afterwards, I offer you this poem as a regular evening blessing. It reminds me of the Margaret Wise Brown classic, Good Night Moon. I "discovered" it at the SALT website. May this poem bring you evening peace that helps you receive God's blessing.
Grace and Peace,
Pastor Alan
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