Broken Pieces

My daughter only eats her crackers
When they’re whole as if it matters.
I tell her: “They taste the same-
They’re only broken and what remains.”

But she persists in her prejudice.
Don’t we do the same to those in front of us–
Whether they’ve missing legs, missing teeth,
Or broken parts we cannot see?

But Jesus came to doctor such as these,
Not the pious Pharisees like you and me.

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