Sunday meditation: Ivy

I spotted a kind of beauty in some rather tatty but tough ivy creeping over a rusty metal door. Perhaps not everyone's cup of tea but I love the colours and textures here. 

'Beauty is a fairy; sometimes she hides herself in a flower-cup, or under a leaf, 

or creeps into the old ivy, and plays hide-and-seek with the sunbeams, 

or haunts some ruined spot, or laughs out of a bright young face.'        George Augustus Henry Sala

'But, like ivy, we grow where there is room for us.'    Miranda July

'I will never leave you nor forsake you.'        Hebrew 13:5