Saturday, June 17, 2017

June  17, 2017


Hopefully, we’re “just perfect”  to someone.
It's good if we hear that; better: if we experience that; best: if we know that - from someone.

Because we know we’re not perfect.
We know we make mistakes. We misspell
the first word we get in the Spelling Bee.

But our dad is there to clap for us - our mom
is there - to eat our chocolate cake, even though
though it’s horrible. We forgot a key ingredient. 

The Prodigal Son came home to a perfect
father - and that perfect father - went outside
to try to bring inside his perfect older son.

© Andy Costello, Reflections  2017
Painting on top: Jonathan Quist

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