i have always found you in the hidden things,
like light in the morning,
always expected,
never appreciated.

even in the dirty,
your beauty emanates.

even in the deafening,
your voice stands out.

beautiful Christ,
how you haunt me;
even in the night your Spirit wrestles with my mind.

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