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 realise 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.
Heard this on the radio, with Thomas himself reading it. If you can listen to BBC Radio 3 on the iplayer, it comes quite near the end of Private Passions with Anna Pavord. The programme is downloadable as a podcast.
The picture is a different sort of bright field, a field of flowers by the riverside, and another field of brightness beyond the trees, embroidered as a memory of my first trip on the narrowboat Forget-me-not.