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.
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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