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
The “miracle of the lit bush” happens every year at this time, but never grows old, never ceases to amaze, even on stormy days like this…it’s almost gone now, fading away to an “imagined past”..let us turn aside for a moment and gaze at the miracle of autumn…
Stormy day in Watercolour on Arches Not Paper