Life is like a spider's web with its intricacies and cares,
Hardly perceived by daily deeds, dismissed as not much there.
But given wisdom's balm of time, these woven lines reveal,
A pattern delicate like fire, yet strong enough as steel.
Helping an arachnid face the worst marring its design,
Which raindrops dance upon betimes and so help refine.
As mornings cloaked by dainty dew drops will gracefully reveal,
How quickly a web's mended by this wee creature's weaving skills.
May you and I who ponders on the meaning of this life,
Consider how such little spiders persist through every strife.
Then seek to weave a life's web, no matter what size the part
And join all of creation living with full purpose of the heart.
Copyright © Kathleen Callaway | Year Posted 2015
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