All Is Not Right

A white dinner plate is criss-crossed by seams of molten gold, in the tradition of kintsugi

Holy God, we admit to you that all is not right — in our hearts and in our world,
We look to the darkness and not to the light.
We look for what is broken, and not at what is being mended.
We look to criticize and not to praise.
We look at ourselves and not to you.
Turn us around so that we look at the possibility, at hope, at promise,
at grace, at healing, at love.