These crosses are not symmetrical,
nor are they perfect and that is no accident.
For our lives do not mirror Christ’s,
and we are shaped by flaw and fracture.
But He was perfection made flesh,
perfection that walked, suffered, and endured,
perfection that now lives eternal.
And still, these crosses are finished with a quiet beauty.
Because what was done upon that cross,
though heavy with pain, though marked by suffering,was the most beautiful act ever given.
In the broken lines, there is grace. In the imperfection, there is truth.
And in the cross….
there is beauty.
