Nothing Is Far

Though I have never caught the word
Of God from any calling bird,
I hear all that the ancients heard.
?
Though I have seen no deity
Enter or leave a twilit tree,
I see all that the seers see.
?
A common stone can still reveal
Something not stone, not seen, yet real.
What may a common stone conceal?
?
Nothing is far that once was near.
Nothing is hid that once was clear.
Nothing was God that is not here.
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Here is the bird, the tree, the stone.
Here in the sun I sit alone
Between the known and the unknown.

Robert Francis, "Nothing Is Far" from Collected Poems, 1936-1976. Copyright © 1976 by Robert Francis.  Reprinted by permission of The University of Massachusetts Press.
 
Source: Collected Poems, 1936-1976  (The University of Massachusetts Press, 1976)
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