Went in search of the lovely, the whole, the meaningful ones.
Discovered the faded, the broken, the useless ones.

Returned with a grateful heart as the Creator
also discovers the faded, the broken, the useless ones—
making them whole,
calling them Beloved.

Open my lips, Lord, and my mouth will declare your praise. You do not delight in sacrifice, or I would bring it; you do not take pleasure in burnt offerings. My sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart you, God, will not despise. Psalm 51:15-17

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