“Spiderweb,” Friend, Aug. 2004, 40
An engineering masterpiece,
Artistry so astonishing,
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.