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 afterR S Thomas from Collected Poems 1945–1990, Dent
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.
Isn’t this wonderful? It was sent to me by a friend last Saturday.
In a field,
A pearlSue Heatherington, March 2020
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