Sunday, 29 June 2025

RS Thomas (again)

  RS Thomas (again)


unwrapping still his rapture’s source 

what finger pressed upon that gift’s bow

his unsteady path

his handrail the only comfort

on ascension’s dark stairs

for he has looked down

for us

has abridged the black chasm 

for us

carrying us on his bent shoulders 

into the bleak wind that blows

through his light’s word

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