"The Coming" by R.S. Thomas

I was really stricken by this poem shared with us at our mid-day chapel today. It provides a good reflection as we enter holy week in anticipation of the resurrection! 

And God held in his hand

A small globe. Look, he said.

The son looked. Far off,

As through water, he saw

A scorched land of fierce

Colour. The light burned

There; crusted buildings

Cast their shadows; a bright

Serpent, a river

Uncoiled itself, radiant

With slime.

On a bare

Hill a bare tree saddened

The sky. Many people

Held out their thin arms

To it, as though waiting

For a vanished April

To return to its crossed

Boughs. The son watched

Them. Let me go there, he said

R.S. Thomas