Presence

I’ve been to where the willows bend
And seen where Christ was sold.
I’ve even reached the rainbow’s end
And found the crock of gold.

In fact, there isn’t anywhere –
Or nowhere I recall –
I couldn’t say that I’ve been there
If I’ve been there at all.

But now I’m standing in a wood,
And, all around me, birds
Pronounce a thought that’s understood,
Though not expressed in words:

Although you travel near and far,
You’re always right there where you are.

Photo by Tobias Rademacher on Unsplash

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