No Thread Out of Place

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I find flaws in myself

I find flaws in my parents

I find flaws in my partner,

in friend, foe, and stranger.

But in the blue of my son’s celestial eyes,

I find none.

No thread of his being out of place;

an embodiment of wholeness,

purity and grace.

I am struck by remembrance that we all

were birthed on this Earth in this very way

and that beneath the layers of hurt and fear,

darkness and shame,

there’s a truth that remains:

that we, too, are perfect,

stitched of love all the same.

© Gillian Florence Sanger