Let the light of the late afternoon
peep through chinks in the barn, moving
up the walls as the sun goes down.
Let the cat purr, with absolute delight
as if it’s yet another happening day,
What if not for you, but then, Let the evening come.
Let dew appear on the peripheries of
the abandoned, long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon take out her silver horn.
Let the street dogs get back to their “homes”
Let the wind go quiet. Let the shed
go black from inside. Let Evening Come.
To the bottlenecks that hurt, to the pain in the heart,
to air stuck in the chest, so that you cannot breathe, Let Evening Come.
Let it come, as it will, and don’t for a moment
be afraid. God has plans for all of us,
So My dear, Let Evening Come!