Modern Art

I work best, I think, as an impressionist painting,
a place where you do not look too close at the details
and allow for the frayed edges and brown tips,
where you understand that all I know of love
is found in my failures and the gentle grace
of a God who understood this was my fate,
and did not leave me in the squalor of my own mistakes,
who raised me from my own fears, kissed me on my forehead
and sent me on my way, to find you.

About this poem

One of the saving graces of failure, I think, is the gratitude it leaves me with when I get second chances.

Tom