An Obscure Look At Evangelism

I whipped this poem up a few days ago. No title. Enjoy….

i have glimpsed
only a few
of your infinite dimensions
i fail to see the whole
i lack understanding
yet i see beauty
i see radiance
and somehow it comes from inside me
it wants to pour
from my hands
my eyes
my lips
but to let it out
seems dangerous
then they would see
then they would stop.
ask questions.
then i would fail
to be invisible.

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