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As we enter into our new theme this summer, Spirit of Imperfection, let us reflect on this beautiful poem by Jeannie Kendall–
Wholeness and brokenness
can be strangely misleading.
We wear our “wholeness”
like a badge of honor
seldom recognizing
that it is a shield;
our prized invulnerability a mask
deflecting gazes
which we fear
may linger too long
and see what is within.
Yet, if we could but own
our brokenness,
find it held by fellow-pilgrims
as a sacrament;
we may yet discover
that in our fragile, broken selves
we are more whole
than ever we were
hiding behind our strength;
and where we see only fracture
God sees instead
a window
through which
His light and life
may flow.