Friday, March 16, 2012

The Bright Field

I  have seen the sun break through
to illuminate a small field
for a while,  and gone my way
and forgotten it.  But that was the pearl 
of great price, the one field that had
treasure in it.  I realize now
that I must give all that I have
to possess it.  Life is not hurrying 

on to a receding future, nor hankering after
an imagined past.  It is the turning
aside like Moses to the miracle 
of the lit bush, to a brightness
that seemed as transitory as your youth
once, but is the eternity that awaits you. 

R.S. Thomas 
image:  Peter Bowers