The Web She Spun

The spider spins her web with strand by strand,
to form around herself the work of love,
and though she may not touch the maker's hand,
she knows that as below, it's so above.
What spun the strands of life moves in her web
and in the legs that move and form with skill;
a billion years of life won't sink and ebb
as long as she has art and blood and will.
What spins the straw to gold one quiet night,
or spins the tale the public will be told?
What spins the child's top, or planets bright,
or turns away the thought of growing old?
So spin away to catch the food of life,
and in the work forget a world of strife.

(Photo credit: "Spider Web" from Alex Ranaldi on Flickr)

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