the grace of imperfection

Lord,

thank you

for the grace

of imperfection—

chipped plates,

cracked earth

still clinging to dry grass,

scuffs on the car’s finish,

stacks that need filing,

laundry to be washed.

Here in the midst of these trifles

I wonder about the imperfection

of the injustice that was done to you,

my Jesus—crucified beauty—

your death, my grace—

your disfigurement, my shape—

your lashes, my healing.

Enough with image—

thank you

for the grace

of imperfection.

Love beyond measure,

taking me as I am,

just as I am—

captive to your

foolishness,

Christ.

…………….

the grace of imperfection

by troy cady