Tuesday, April 7, 2009

metanoia


A board clattered, finding it's place, a top the growing pile. Puzzle pieces that once formed a shed, now so much scrap. Torn down before it could fall down.

"Some of these boards are from history."

Another nail pinged as it fell into the bucket. Pried from its place of peaceful rest, by hammer and hand.

"Yeah, I think you are right."

Some boards have partial stencils on them. Once they were a clap board sign outside a quaint little shop, of maybe a crate for precious cargo sent round the world. That became a shed, behind a house in the neighborhood. That is now a pile of wood and a bucket of rusty nails.

"Maybe we can make something out of the wood and nails."

"Maybe we can."

The endless cycle of death and rebirth, finds life once again. All things new.

5 comments:

Ronda Laveen said...

Ahhh, birth, death, rebirth...the cycle of life. We find it repeated over and over and over again in almost every aspect of life we observe.

Brian Miller said...

we cleaned up an old shed in the neighborhood. collecting the boards that had scattered, pulling nails out to make it safe. not before cutting my head open, fun. one of the boys (not mine) wanted to use the wood to build something new...a budding recycler maybe. In light of Easter, the story seemed apropo.

Daniel said...

From Jesse "The Body" Ventura, "I don't have time to bleed". The bullets were whizzing past his head. Someone then cried out, "Well, do you have time to duck?". Ahh, good times.

Dot-Com said...

What a cool picture!

Mrsupole said...

Yes, recycling is important, giving new life to old things. Things made from weathered wood can be beautiful. I guess it just depends upon what they make and who is making it.

God bless.