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.
--R. S. Thomas,
The Bright Field
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