It was himself he played

5 May 2022 | Jesus Christ | 0 comments

… I could see, too, the twitching of the fingers,

Caught temporarily in art’s neurosis,

As we sat there or warmly applauded

This player who so beautifully suffered

For each of us upon his instrument.


So it must have been on Calvary

In the fiercer light of the thorns’ halo:

The men standing by and that one figure,

The hands bleeding, the mind bruised but calm,

Making such music as lives still.

And no one daring to interrupt

Because it was himself that he played

And closer than all of them God listened.


R.S. Thomas (1913-2000), Tares, 1961.

Notes from the Compiler


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