RUST

Rust

When the painted veil becomes corroded,

An imprint of rust shows seasons turning.

And a threshold of choice gently unfolds.

Hide your fragility, cover your cracks.

Or risk it all and let nature's finger,

Slowly expose your authentic beauty.

Jonny Watson

Jan 2008

A PRAYER - DOORS OF LIFE

Lord, Part of who I am is because of the decisionsI have made.
I have approached many walls with multiple doors.
Each door represents a choice.
Some choices have led into chambers flooded with light and some have led into darkness,
But always they lead to more doors and more choices.
As I emerge from today's shadowed corridor.
Help me choose the right door that will help me be who I am meant to be.
Give me the courage to face whatever is at the other side of the right door for me.

Jonny Watson

Hoop dreams

I was walking in Castlewellan today and saw this hoop stuck in a tree. It must have been thrown up there because it was too high for it to have been blown up by the wind. Two narritives came to mind. Was this hoop.

a) the pride and joy of a young child who was playing with too much vigour and energy and the hoop got stuck up the tree.

or

b) was it one of many identical hoops from a set of hoops that were on a day out from a dusty church hall and it's owners don't know or even care that it is missing.

I hope the wind brings it down and it finds a new and worthy owner.