Let Evening Come

While attending a Celebration of Life service this week, I heard a poem that I thought was worth sharing. 

As you read the poem (maybe even two or three times), let yourself get in touch with that part of you where you’ve been touched by loss and an ending. 

Maybe you’ve said goodbye to a loved one or dear friend, experienced a traumatic incident that has rocked your world, lost a job, had a health challenge, or had some friends move away. Regardless of what you’ve lost, letting go is part of the healing process. Without endings, there will be no in between that will lead to a new beginning. 

I hope you find strength and peace as you let your evenings come. 

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. 

What evening has come for you?

Source: https://poets.org/poem/let-evening-come​