The other…


In the waiting, in our tiny framework of the time between the heart’s knowing and the life itself becoming … in that liminal time … a glimpse comes of an eternity of waiting – the waiting for what is to be, for an answered call, for the response of a soul to the voice (‘letting our prayers break on him’) calling to us out of Eden…

There are nights that are so still
that I can hear the small owl calling
far off and a fox barking
miles away. It is then that I lie
in the lean hours awake listening
to the swell born somewhere in the Atlantic
rising and falling, rising and falling
wave on wave on the long shore
by the village, that is without light
and companionless.  And the thought comes
of that other being who is awake, too,
letting our prayers break on him,
not like this for a few hours,
but for days, years, for eternity.

R. S. Thomas

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