I needed to be reminded. And this morning, when I opened up Anam Cara by John O'Donohue, I was.
The poem he quotes is by a Welsh poet, R. S. Thomas. The Bright Field R.S Thomas I have seen the light break through to illuminate a small field for a while and gone my way and forgotten it. But that was the pearl of great prize, 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 seems as transitory as your youth once but is that eternity that awaits you. Life is not hurrying on to a receding future nor hankering after an imagined past. That. It is the turning aside like Moses to the miracle of the lit bush. Yes, that.
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"Going Gone" - New Mexico Mercury
Wrote it last summer, on a soft day. I was newly returned to New Mexico, wondering what would become of me and so, I drove and drove and then I remembered why the return had felt like a homecoming. The first version of the poem I wrote was longer - though I think the shorter works better. Here is the long version - See part 1 at the New Mexico Mercury part 2 goes: It was good to up and go I was feeling down and dusty full of longing wearied by what I knew to be true Saint Francis leads to Sawmill the café is open till 8 pride goes before a fall like that. It was good to up and go past Pojoaque to a road unknown to me and the shock of such beauty - after turning through trees - the sudden wild lands - mesas, hills, hoodoos folds and swells and flat tops shades of pastel pink edged with the unmistakable black triangles of the Sangre de Cristos What to do with such feeling like sky seeming solid seeming blue but not A telephone pole at the top of a mountain rose full of electric currents running across hills that are anything but sedentary A man in a hat once pulled over as I did, took off his hat, leaned across and kissed me A girl and I drove up this way once when I didn’t know this place was home © 2013 Shebana Coelho |
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