Found in a bright field

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I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed by words…

Is it just me?

Opinions, interpretations, conjectures.

Instead, I offer you a beautiful image of a Welsh field and two Welsh poems.

After all, this is a pause for reflection.

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
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.

R S Thomas from Collected Poems 1945–1990, Dent

Isn’t this wonderful? It was sent to me by a friend last Saturday.

Found

In a field,
I hadn’t
been
looking in.

Covered,
in layers
of mud
and tears.

A pearl
I’d mistaken
for a
pebble.

Sue Heatherington, March 2020

Thanks for reading

Sue

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