Gazing While in Arizona

The Franciscan wrote of
starting small and working
up the chain
from a stone
to the “gaze divine,”
and back down again
in time.

He thought about his
life — up, down, high, low,
in and out
and all about —

stones, gaze, gaze, stones;
it all seems divine,
even that rattlesnake,
there, just ahead
on the right under
the scrawny, scrub
pine.

Be alert! Stop before
a burning bush
and gaze
into the divine.
The same goes
for what’s
under that
scrawny, scrub
pine.

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