Crown and Bough

Saturday 25 August 2018


The Bright Field
R.H. Thomas

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 posses it.  Life is not hurrying

on to a receding future, nor hankering after
an imagined past.  It is 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.

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