Poetry Thursday

A few days ago, a little boy was born to some great family friends of ours.  He had multiple heart issues which required immediate surgery.  He is recuperating now and doing quite well, but we know that prayer and support are still needed in huge quantities.  I am posting a poem today that reminds us that dark places do not have to be lonely places.  "God does not leave us comfortless..."
Please pray for Lucas.

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

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in the 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.