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