R S Thomas - a fellow traveller
How can one read R S Thomas and not love the man?
His words are the tallow of our noble thoughts.
Sometimes, a cloud-gap lark singing out of sight;
sometimes, a staring in the nothing night.
He is with you at that moment
when that moment becomes a monument
to the simple man, alone in the high fields of a low field life;
a stone fiefdom bordered by stark.
Who better arrests time in their minds for mine,
and drops us to our knees in his cold chapel alone in prayer?
We love the men that this man has wed to their weathering,
and so, we love this hard-soft man of men.
I give you the RS Thomas
that his men gave me.