The Light of Evening

The light of evening
takes me back

The light of evening
on the neighborhood houses
takes me back

The light of evening
on the neighborhood houses
takes me back
to the light of evening
on the buildings of the city

The light of evening
on the buildings of the city
glowed then
and gave me hope
when despair came calling

The light of evening
on the neighborhood houses
takes me back

The light of evening
takes me back
to hope

It has been two decades since I lived on the tenth floor of an apartment building in Lima, Peru. My husband was fighting cancer. Often, in the evening, I would stand at the window, as the glow of the sun lit the buildings of the city. It was the time I wrestled with fear…and despair…and chose hope. Through all the years between then and now, since the death of my husband, through other losses, that light, that time as the day comes to an end,  is still for me a time to ponder, to search again for hope. Sometimes I feel tears gathering, my throat tightening…but I still find hope.

In this time of death and loss in the pandemic, this time of injustice and crying out for justice…fear, grief, despair- all are real. Still, hope remains. Tonight, the evening light glowed.

 

 

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6 Responses to The Light of Evening

  1. So beautiful and powerful and uplifting.. The light of evening… I rise to the light of morning we feel the light 😉
    Bonnie

  2. Julie says:

    So beautiful, especially that last line.

  3. Terje says:

    Beautiful. Choosing hope. Finding hope. Keeping the hope.

  4. Leigh Anne Eck says:

    This is beautiful! Right now, I am sitting on my back porch and see the orange glow of the setting sun, and I choose to find hope.

  5. Tim Gels says:

    Thank you for sharing this poem as well as the backstory. This is a time of despair, but I think it’s a time of hope as well. May it be so.

  6. Ramona says:

    So beautiful! Still, hope remains. During the early days of our sheltering in, I clung to these words, “The birds still sing.” And now I’m adding your words for my own little found poem.
    “The birds still sing.
    Still, hope remains.
    Tonight, the evening light glowed.”
    “I hope you’ll link this post up to our Spiritual Journey Thursday gathering. It’s absolutely perfect. Here’s where you can add your link: https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2020/06/spiritual-journey-thursday-hope.html

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