Sunday 30 January 2011

The sun breaks through



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
the 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.


The Bright Field by R.S Thomas

All photos taken from a moving car,
on our house quest.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for that poem - I felt a little like Thomas spying his pearly like field when I came across it.

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