I’m enamoured, right now, with R.S. Thomas’ work. I’m so new to it, but thankful for the discovery. It reminds me of the writing of other men caught in the act of leading people and caring for their souls: Solomon languishing before the Lord, David madly grabbing the horn of the altar. The narrator throughout Song at the Year’s Turning is caught up in the meaninglessness and mystery of ministry as he walks about the ecology of existence, hands and feet blistered by the rough terrain of men.