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 the 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,
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
Subtractive stylized painting of an early tulip in Watercolour on Arches Not Paper..