Mistake

Please make mistakes.
In your golden latticework
of wounds
you look more shattered
and beautiful.
A trellis of cracks
on the mirror of God
gives each reflection 
intricate wings.
One appears as many there
because we dare to stumble.
Surely, love grows vines
on the arbor of our
broken places
making wine of sorrow.



Photo by the surrealist, Martha Macha