are untroubled by news of a pre-Christmas surge in Coronavirus and the peace of the morning comes upon me.
I can't remember when first I read R S Thomas The Bright Field but the poem has never had more resonance
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