Praised be the Lord of Imperfection
Praised be the Lord
of Imperfection.
Your flaws are everywhere:
In the elm's unbalanced foliage
and the asymmetric faces of Your creatures.
You form the ripping floods
that tear the forests
and bend tornadoes in a twisted dance.
The lion is blotched with age and mud,
and the Shabbas silverware lies stained
as a reminder.
Praised be Your Torah of scratches and scars.
Praised be Your discolorations,
for they are puzzles and poems
of your sacred character.
-Danny Siegel
To one that is joined to all the living, there is hope
-Ecclesiastes 9:4
