Ah, perfection, you devil,
driving dedicated dudes to delusions of grandeur,
or to early graves from stress.
Not me, though.
Perfection, you will not have my soul.
I will redefine you.
Not a hair out of place becomes wild and free ~
catching the wind and the sun.
The manicured lawn goes native,
A natural home for bugs and birds.
Business casual has become
Hoodies and yoga pants with clogs.
Take THAT perfection!
You have no power over me.
There’s a yard on Grace Street I often pass on my way home. Over the years, the person who lives in the house has collected more and more yard art. I suspect people in the community have also contributed. Some unenlightened people might consider this an eyesore. I think it’s perfectly magnificent! Recently my friend was driving and offered to stop so I could take pictures. That’s when I discovered this was not just a collection of funky yard art. This is the Grace Street Prayer Garden! Who needs perfection when you can have Grace?
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