MONDAY OF THE FOURTH WEEK OF ADVENT

THE BRIGHT FIELD by RS Thomas

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 hurrying
on to a receding future, not
hankering after
an imagined past. It is the running
aside like Moses to the miracle
of the lit bush, to a brightness
that seems as transitory as your
youth
once, but is the eternity that awaits
you.

Father Bill +