Sunday, August 19, 2012

Sunday Morning Poetry


Let Evening Come

Let the light of later afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing
as a the woman takes up her needles
and her yarn.  Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in the long grass.  Let 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 the 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. 

from Collected Poems copyright 2005

13 comments:

rachel awes said...

sooo beautiful.
relaxing into all these natural tides of day + night.
+ now it is morning again.
good morning, lovely friend.
xox

Roban said...

At first I just connected the poem to day's end. It speaks volumes though, doesn't it? Lovely find.

Amy said...

Lovely poem, though a bit melancholy . . .

Tracy said...

This is one of my all-time favorites...*sigh*... ((HUGS))

Hindsfeet said...

thank you for this share, Relyn...what a gorgeous visual....these words wrapped me up like a big warm soft comforter, tucking me in for the night.....

always always a restful place to visit, thanks again for the oasis, Relyn,

Liz~*

Marilyn said...

I have not heard this before, but the word "Let" really struck at my heart. Isn't that amazing how a word will just jump out and grab you? Thinking of the song now by the Beatles, Let it Be.

Writer Lady said...

I like the new blog's look and I especially like the poem. I never thought of just letting evening come as a time of rest and quiet.

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Marilynne

Jennifer Richardson said...

mmmmmmm......i can feel it to my bones and beyond.
God does not leave us comfortless.
I love every morsel of this.
love and thanks
-Jennifer

Jenny Woolf said...

I like the idea of the chinks of light going up as the sun goes down...

Lisa Gordon said...

Beautiful words, and an equally beautifully photograph.
I wish you a wonderful weekend.

S. Etole said...

What a touching combination. It gives us much to ponder.

Lubna said...

Beautiful photograph. "God does not leave us comfortless", now this is something we do need to remember. Thanks for uploading this poem.

Pearl Maple said...

simply beautiful, hope you enjoyed your summer season

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