When I was a young production editor, I fretted over the minute errors that inevitably show up in even the most thoroughly proofed text. One wise author told me certain cultures traditionally held that flaws in one’s handiwork were openings through which the spirit entered. Something that might be seen as imperfection could instead be seen as an invitation to the sacred.
Better than new
over time we found
it was not so bad to be broken
some times the mended places were stronger
and some times they opened us
to one another, to life, to depths
of pain and joy that perfect wholeness
did not experience – in this we followed
the example of the One Who saw
in brokenness the best way
to heal the world
The Daily Compost 