Luminary..

Luminary

My luminary
my morning and evening star. 
My light at noon
when there is no sun
and the sky lowers. 
My balance of joy in a world
that has gone off joy's standard. 
Yours the face that young I recognized
as though I had known you of old. 
Come, 
my eyes said, 
out into the morning of a world whose dew
waits for your footprint.
Before a green altar
with the thrush for priest
I took those gossamer
vows that neither the Church
could stale 
nor the Machine tarnish, 
that with the years have grown hard as flint,
lighter than platinum
on our ringless fingers.


                              ........... by RS Thomas