My great grandparents immigrated from Ireland to America because of the potato famine in the mid-nineteenth century. My father worked as a railroad engineer early in his career. He would have liked these iron bookends upcycled from railroad spikes. Bravo!
This sculpture is unusual, beautiful and a calm reminder to pray about things which are out of our control. I recently sent one as a gift to my sister who has a terminal diagnosis. She placed in a prominent place in her home to remind her that God is always with her.