Bright Field

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Kneeler, St. Mary’s Church, Outhgill, Mallerstang

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 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.

The Bright Field by R S THOMAS

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One thought on “Bright Field”

  1. 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.

    This image, the lit bush, reminds me of say…a shaft of sunlight, or a distant hill lit against a dark sky. Or a rainbow! There is just something, dare I say it, mystical in those moments. Nothing to do with time, not the so called eternity that awaits. Perhaps an eternity in a moment.

    Well, like the sighting of a fox! What magic in that moment.

    Thanks to Adrienne P in Exeter for sending me this poem.

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