Beauty of the Flawed

 “There is a crack, a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.”
                                     — Leonard Cohen

We are cracked, broken, scarred,
always unfinished, always partial,
we are part nothingness, part
empty, and part lunging
towards the alluring affliction
and plague of classical ideals.
Our common and flawed beauty
frees us from the anguish of
being perfect and relates us
to each other in a communion
of the impermanent and the
worn, faulty and limited,
companions of the Crucified One.
Our wounds and leaking emotions
allow us simply to be loved
as the incomplete humans 
we perfectly imperfect are.
Like cherry blossoms in spring
and golden leaves in autumn,
we fade and often fail in a
blaze of breakdown and cracks
that make each of us uniquely
insufficient, deficient, and
delightful in ordinary moments
of unsought sacred enchantment.

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Note: first published in The Agape Review