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)

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