zondag 29 juli 2012

The meaning is in the waiting

Moments of great calm,
Kneeling before an altar
Of wood in a stone church.

In summer, waiting for the God
To speak; the air a staircase
For silence; the sun’s light
Ringing me, as though I acted
A great rôle. And the audiences
Still; all that close throng
Of spirits waiting, as I,
For the message.
Prompt me, God;

But not yet. When I speak,
Though it be you who speak
Through me, something is lost.
The meaning is in the waiting.

R. S. Thomas
1946 - 1968