The Bright Field - R. S. Thomas
I have seen the sun break through to illuminate a small field for a while, and then gone my way and forgotten it. But that was the pearl of great price, the one field that has treasure in it. I realize now that I must give all 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.