Thank you.
Your words run quicksilver
Over my patched places.
I am shattered anew.
But now the light flows through,
And I laugh to see this.
The cracks of all my imperfections
Are not flaws,
Nor am I merely broken.
I am that, yes, but also and at the same time,
Gloriously whole just as I am.
As are we all.
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