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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

Morning

Jul. 12, 2011 No Comments Posted under: Positive Notes and Inspiration

“I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses”…it’s true, the silence of the flowers speak the language of sweetness. They are waiting for the full sun to bring them warmth; for the birds to fill the air with their morning chatter; for the squirrels to begin the race for winter storage…yes, they are already storing the green walnuts. I am surprised at that. Barefoot in the wet grass leaves an imprint as I walk, foliage is dark because it’s damp still and the day lilies are closed from the evening hours. The Sun calls…UP-Everybody UP!