You are the shards of a mirror used in a mosaic.
You catch the Light as you did before you shattered,
And yet the Light is more beautiful for it all—
The breaking, the cracking, the gluing,
The putting together, piece by piece,
And though all you see is something imperfect,
Something broken and fractured—Listen to me!—
I tell you that you are not.
Imperfect though you are, you are not broken.
You have been made perfect.