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I am unfinished poem
My author writes and rewrites
Drastic changes and subtle nuances, all seeking perfection
A rhythmic flow of grace.

Others read me, but they don’t always see what my Author sees.
For Him, there is life and passion, tragedy and form
Hidden behind the words.
I am a life-long work nearing completion with every sunset.

When my poem is finally written – then others will see me,
Not as fully as my Author sees me, but I trust,
In a way that they, the reader, may see Him.