Listen
Listen carefully
You can hear the word of God
In the lightest breeze
Many folk listen
But not many truly hear
The Easter message
I listen to words
Then I construct a sentence
Now I have a book
Release
Small black and white stone
Released from the catapult
Took out the giant
The school bell release
Flock of green white striped
starlings
Chatter about tests
Divorce court release
No contract vows to be kept
Utter emptiness
Before
There's no 'before you'
Just muddles of memories
With no shape or form
An old dinosaur
Took us round the museum
Smiled before some bones
My dad before me
His dad lived before he did
His dad before wars
Far
In a far off land
Great lady waiting to die
There's no rush, my dear
You are far away
Physically very close
But a bit distant
He was far sighted
Saw the future accident
Rushed to prevent it
Eyes on far off wealth
I rush to answer the phone
Miss your yearning look
It came with a rush
From the far reaches of mind
Went
just as quickly
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