Learning to love our brokenness

And though we've learned to see and love
the imperfections we see elsewhere --
the wounds and scars,
the raw edges of life,
rusted, stained, and frayed;
peeled and broken --
still we persist
in seeing our own impoverished places,
our flaws and inconsistencies,
as signs of our unworthiness.
How can we ever truly forgive
another's muddling mishaps
if we cannot seem to learn
to forgive our own?


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