There’s a beauty as well as a poignancy in decay as I saw with my own eyes in Portlaw Village here in Co. Waterford the other day.
It was a church tower in the distance that caught my eye and drawing up close I was very taken by the red door:
The tarnished plaque above the door brings us back to the time of the Great Famine in Ireland in the 1840s:
Looking upward, there were signs that the church is in a state of decay and that the red door that once opened to a congregation is now a door into the past:
The sight of this church window peering out from behind its coat of ivy confirmed that this was a place from the past ~ a place from which only the echoes of church music can be heard. But what of the births, marriages and deaths that were marked here and the weekly services where people would meet as community?
Standing on the lovely stone bridge, the full picture of decay emerged. I left saddened and wondering but also touched by the peace of the place.