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And every common bush afire with God;
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Elizabeth Browning



Tuesday, March 1, 2016

beautiful disasters

I, myself am entirely made of flaws,
Stitched together with good intentions
I'm beautifully broken, perfectly imperfect. Altogether, I am a beautiful disaster
                                                          Augusten Burroughs
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we are imperfect
cracked pots
who cannot hold
anything
for long

it all flows though us
hate
love
fear
joy

roaring, coursing its way through our
soul
through the cracks and fissures,
only partially mended,
into the world

how beautiful and terrifying
that the sacred common
holy unholy
people that we are

should be, even in our imperfection
perhaps because of our imperfection
the way God chooses
to touch the world
with
love

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