Pause.

 

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, 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.

Ronald Stuart Thomas. “The Bright Field.”

This, O Eternal Listener, is your work; it is marvelous in our eyes. This is the
day which You have made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.

Nan Merrill. From Psalm 118, Psalms for Praying.