In case you didn't read the short story "Day Lilies" in it's entirety, or you missed
the point, or you are wondering why the story and certain lines reached out and
grasped me and wouldn't let go, here it is from another angle.
Maybe you are a poetry person, and you need it distilled down even further.
The Bright Field
I have seen the sun break through 
to illuminate a small field
for a while, and gone away
and forgotten it. But that was the pearl
of great price, the one field that had
the treasure in it. I realize now
that I must give all that I have
to possess it. Life is not hurrying
on to a receding future, nor hankering after
an imagined past. It is the turning
aside like Moses to the miracle
of the lit bush, to a brightness
that seemed as transitory as your youth
once, but is the eternity that awaits you
RSThomas
photo: decemberstephme