Sunday, October 2, 2011

Silver Chord: Gossamer Thread

I watch a spider,

hung from a tree.

In these two lines of writing

he’s risen two feet,

now six feet off the ground,

yet two feet from the nearest branch.

Hung from his

“silver cord”

as we are,

light years and

lifetimes from home,

swinging in

this precious human body.

Creating anchors for

our swinging in the wind

of houses and bank accounts,

jobs and friends,

children and families.

And yet

we know it all swings

by a gossamer thread.

Ready to fall into

the arms of Creator,

if we can but trust.

An expensive commodity.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

August 14, 2011

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