Bright

The Bright Field
by R.S. Thomas, Welsh Poet

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 possess it. Life is not hurting 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.  

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Be present, there are many shining moments... fleeting but profoundly everlasting.  

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