There are times when a poem passes your way, like a butterfly on the rose bush or the tree frog on the window glass. It comes and hovers a minute with the sole purpose of reminding you that God is real and present.
I felt this lighting when I opened Jane Kenyon’s A Hundred White Daffodils and found “Let Evening Come.” With all the natural disasters in our midst, we need this reminder.
Let Evening Come
BY JANE KENYONLet the light of late afternoonshine through chinks in the barn, movingup the bales as the sun moves down.Let the cricket take up chafingas a woman takes up her needlesand her yarn. Let evening come.Let dew collect on the hoe abandonedin long grass. Let the stars appearand the moon disclose her silver horn.Let the fox go back to its sandy den.Let the wind die down. Let the shedgo black inside. Let evening come.To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don’tbe afraid. God does not leave uscomfortless, so let evening come.Jane Kenyon, “Let Evening Come” from Collected Poems. Copyright © 2005 by the Estate of Jane Kenyon. Reprinted with the permission of Graywolf Press, St. Paul, Minnesota, www.graywolfpress.org.

Bayou Sunset: Let evening come…