R. S. Thomas was a Welsh priest in the Anglican Church (now the Church of Wales). He was also a a remarkable poet. His poem, The Coming, is a powerful reflection for the movement of God in Lent.
THE COMING
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
color. 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.
