Writ in water
Read between the lines,
Let it become a habit of mind.
Out of the side of the eye,
At what we perceive
And what we pass by.
What we claim to perceive
And we see what we want to see.
Implication is buried in her looks,
Images trapped between the pages of a book,
A rumble of thunder heard in the sky
Cripples me here as the air passes by,
I cling to a yew-strewn churchyard-place
By the side of a grave, I will turn my face,
Nobody's here to sink or swim with me
Will Jesus save us or let us be?.
Pick up on the implications
Meet the dimming of the day
And use your precious time
To have your precocious say. .