The universe has its follies
This we know for sure
And each of us fits into it
Just like a hinge and door
I know I’m part of majesty
And yet I feel so fraile
The only thing I figure is
Within my life, travail
There exists an imperfection
To human eye so raw
But to the Infinite appears
The exquisite, the flaw
Within that variant exists
The way that nature molds
And makes us all more beautiful
Our soul, the Divine it holds
Diane Findlen Garrow 1/28/12
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