By Now
By now,
the wounds we haven’t
managed to recover from
have found a home
in every sigh,
every ache,
every limp.
I feel it
and I am learning to accept it.
I tell myself this:
Just do the best you can.
Which is often
so far from what I once thought
was acceptable
that it is humbling.
But humble is ok, too.
It softens me,
makes me less judging of others,
who also wear their wounds
on their sleeve,
or gut,
or heart.
Because it is not judging
or harshness
that is going to heal
the wounds of this world.
It is a willingness
to give each other grace
in our brokenness.
By Maria Brady-Smith
Photo by Mike Smith
Thank you for this one. Peace in imperfection is my fairly new slogan. We finally discover the reality and dignity (?) of carrying our wounds with grace.
Yes. Its kind of a relief.
Maria, I am fighting with with the huge anger. Acceptance and grace have not busted into me yet. Maybe in time….
Thank you again for touching me.
I’m so glad we are in that group together! It seems like it will be great.