the month of here {day20}...letting it come

Sunday, November 20, 2011

i snapped the picture a day or so ago...

caught him off guard as he played in the sun.

caught in the middle of sounding like a car, the shutter closes ~ but it's me he captures.

he is a gift.

they all are really...

each one so crazily unique and funny and loud.

their lives are precious.

and fears threaten to loom.

a concern here and there are causing us to take a next step and i feel it...the feeling in the pit of my stomach that could cause me to lose sleep.

i glance in on them, the three who are lost in dreams..

it wants to take over - the prayers of the panicked.

and instead, i whisper in the night air that surrounds us,

this poem that speaks a quiet prayer from my heart...

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

i don't know what you may be facing, what tempts your heart to worry.

i don't know what tomorrow holds, or next week or next month...

but let it come, as it will, and don't be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless...

so let evening come.

and i give thanks on this twentieth day that finds me here...and for evenings that whisper His promises.