Token of hope

I found my scarred pot in the church yard of Stoke Minster, on the grave of Josiah Wedgwood. When I removed the pot from its box the gold scar lit up in the sunlight and sat in complete contrast to its muted grey surroundings. This little pot was a reminder to me that brighter times are on the way, following a period of feeling downtrodden and sometimes broken. Thank you for a much needed token of hope.