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Perfection: The enemy of great.
Phil Lindsey 6/17/15

laughter explodes
into the infinite silence
our hearts
become
*one

Oceans shy to offer
Ink to express your beauty
It is too little

Sacrificing all that within me, so that you can see him.
So what good is sacrificing my life is it is for naught.
For only revealing Christ love for you and healing.
Shall make my life worth living through sacrificing.
For only by his power shall I be able to reveal his truths.
But living a life, for myself only benefiting in this world.
Is one life wasted in lies and lost to true Freedom here.
For when you look at me, I want you to see Christ love.
When you read my poems, I want you to be healed by God not me.

I adore you as if
    you were divinity,
   midst shadow's darkness
      and wildflowers' flourish,
cherish your dignified sensibility
       in all spaces without pride,
breathe your complexities and
          simple nature's composure,
where affection prevails 'tween
    sun and moons' compelling power,
savoring your enraptured essence in
           the realm of my own being
   hence, consummating  
             an unqualified existence