R.S. Thomas poem shared by Teresa

R. S. Thomas, Welsh poet

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 realise 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.