Holy Imperfections, (poem), 11/06

People make such a big deal
when priests get caught in some scandal.
They believe it's a bigger deal if a pastor buys crystal meth
than anyone else.
They see holy people as perfect humans,
unable to have flaws
and make mistakes.
Everyone forgets,
no human is perfect.
Everyone is flawed.
Only God is perfect.
Even the Cardinal,
on his deathbed,
might father a child.
Even the Pope goes to confession.
The misunderstanding comes from our perception
of holiness, I think.
That just because he can forgive
and preach goodness of God,
that he is unable to fall into sin.
We forget that some of the most high-held saints
were once the most low-life sinners.
But for the faithful and strong,
we must not forget-
we are all brothers and sisters of God,
All struggling to fully face the shine of His light.

None perfect.
None better than another.
A unity of imperfections

lifting each other up.