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On the marshes,
in the darkness,
before,
          dawn breaks
a bird takes to flight,
a cock crows,
an owl calls out
water gently,
                              laps,
sounds,


          echo


                                                            in the silence
reverberate,
                              against each other
in this empty place

 

someone, asked me, if I felt God there,
why there ?
why not here, in my lounge
or,
    in the monastery on the Downs


God! ask another...


or ask God if she is here, or there
                                                    or wherever,

 

you’ll hear silence...
and, maybe in that silence
a cock will crow
or an owl,
                              might call out