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“Spiderweb,” Friend, Aug. 2004, 40


An engineering masterpiece,

Delicately refined,

Artistry so astonishing,

Intricately designed.

Rock to grass blade, stem to twig,

Is strung with avenues

Of silk crisscrossing finer silk,

Attached with spider glues.

To think I almost blundered past,

Too quick to be aware

Of a spider’s web with the morning dew,

Like diamonds, shimmering there.

How much in life we’re missing

With racing here and there,

How much we take for granted

Our God, who’s always there.

Photograph by Jeremy Wodehouse © Getty Images. Do not copy.