Life is not hurrying
on to a receding future, nor hankering after
an imagined past. It is 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.
From 'The Bright Field', R.S. Thomas
These images greeted me a year ago on Orkney. The sun seemed to laugh the day into life, painting the clouds with ocre and purple and dusting the sky with gold leaf and indigo.
'You make the gateways of the morning and evening shout for joy.' Psalm 65:8
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