Last night in Serum, we talked about language for God, and about the mystery of God’s absence and presence. At one point we talked about the mataphor for God, as the cloud – the Shekinah. We shared out experiences in dialogue. I found it quite an emotional exchange. One of those who attended who I will not name, sent Vanessa a poem that she came across the next day, which was moving for them, so I thought in this time of Advent and expectant hope, that I would share this, as R S Thomas is one of my most favourite poets.
The Bright Field by R. S. 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 receeding 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.