Read between the lines,

Let it become a habit of mind.

Look again,

Out of the side of the eye,

At what we perceive

And what we pass by.

We half-create

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. .