Saturday, September 19, 2009

The Bright Field

I have seen the light break through
to illuninate a small field
for a while and gone my way
and forgotten it. But that was the pearl
of great prize, 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 not handering after
an imagined past, It is the turning
aside like Moses to the miracle
of the lit bush. To a brightness
that seems as transitory as your youth
once, but is the eternity that awaits you.
~ R. S. Thomas