The Bright Field
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 realize now
that I must give all that I have
to possess it. Lfe 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
This morning, as I sat in the sun with my coffee
and "The Poetry of Presence"*
(an anthology of mindfulness poems)
(an anthology of mindfulness poems)
this was the poem
that gave me pause for thought!!
and I remembered taking this picture of the sun,
shining on the buttercups in this sunlit meadow,
on the way to
Penticton
a few years ago