I WAS AN IMPERFECTION
by Kristine Stanton © 2021I was an imperfection
just sitting on a shelf.
I chose to climb and hide there
to be all by myself.
But then a kindly stranger
appeared and noticed me.
He saw that I was lonely -
'twas not a place to be.
He looked at me with sadness
and eyes of tenderness,
then gently did He lift me
to view my brokenness.
He saw my imperfections
and did not turn away.
Instead, He smiled sweetly
in such a caring way.
I felt ashamed and tarnished
by things I'd said and done;
the sins I carried with me
I'd not told anyone.
And then this gentle stranger
had said these words to me,
"I forgive all of your past
and came to set you free."
He said His name was Jesus,
and He was sent to me,
to fix my broken pieces
and restore my dignity.
And now . . .
I am no longer broken
and hiding on a shelf.
This stranger came and found me -
I'm not all by myself.
My pieces have been mended -
my heart sings out with glee.
This man who was a stranger
is now a friend to me.
This poem was a finalist in the
January 2023 poetry contest
