A Poem for Your Monday

Nov 7, 2011

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This poem is well suited to November’s darker days.

The changing of the clocks seems like an example of humanity’s authority over its own environment, and yet it always reminds me just how out-of-our-control day and night, light and dark truly are. The days will grow shorter, no matter our efforts or anxieties. Nature will begin to die. We will too, come to that.

This poem suggests that embracing the inevitable (whether it be the changing of the seasons or death itself) need not be an act of despair. It can be an act of great trust.

Technically, I should call this a pastoral poem, but, to me, it always reads more like prayer.

 

                    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

 

8 Comments

  1. Jonathan

    Beautiful.

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  2. Kelli

    Lovely- I so look forward to Monday’s poetry.

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    • Christie Purifoy

      That’s good to hear, Kelli. I’ve barely dipped my toes into the stacks of poetry books on my shelves, so I may keep this poem-each-Monday thing going for a while yet.

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  3. mark

    Love it.
    Took me in my memory to an old barn on the Daniel’s farm in about 1955, up a deep old sandy lane late one evening where dad had agreed to get me some young pigeons from their nests in the rafters in hopes that I could start my own flock that would come back to our red barn each night to roost (I was disappointed that it didn’t work — my new young pigeons continued to fly back to their home barn and I never succeeded in establishing a flock in our own big red implement shed).

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    • Christie Purifoy

      What a sweet memory. Is it silly to wonder if your heavenly home will include a beautiful red barn complete with roosting pigeons?

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  4. mark

    Very likely! The things He has promised to prepare for His children exceed our mental ability to comprehend. …. very likely could include an entire flock of ‘fan-tailed-pigeons’ 🙂 🙂

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  5. KTG

    Thank you. Your blog always uplifts me.

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    • Christie Purifoy

      You are welcome! Thanks for letting me know. It’s a huge encouragement.

      Reply

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