I swoon in the presence of all things…

broken, bent, torn and stained

the often discarded 

have always captured my attention

in ways that newness

or perfectness never have

Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure. —Rumi

The verse above is from a poem of mine titled: In The Ruins

https://lisalillibridge.com/2018/02/22/in-the-ruins-my-love-story/