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 up 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 (1913 – 2000)
My sermon for Transfiguration Sunday can be found here.