The forecast called for rain…

on a moody, dark morning… 

but I headed out anyway, just to explore… 

  

and all along the way…

there was something beautiful to see…

 

and soon the sun came out from behind the hills…

 

shine on. 

 

Forever – is composed of Nows

 

Forever – is composed of Nows –

‘Tis not a different time –

Except for Infiniteness –

And Latitude of Home –

 

From this – experienced Here –

Remove the Dates – to These –

Let Months dissolve in further Months –

And Years – exhale in Years –

 

Without Debate – or Pause –

Or Celebrated Days –

No different Our Years would be

From Anno Dominies –

 

– Emily Dickinson

 

walking through yesterday

  

 

  

 

 

August Break – Day 8

red

 

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

 

August Break – Day 7