Spiritual Cobwebs

By Phillip Hennessy

(Reprint from archived Fall Issue 1999.)

Oh, spider weave a web for me
Where the sunlight can shine through
Refracting such beautiful colours
Purple, Green, and Blue
Such industry, and thought each time
Such symmetry, untaught design
Oh, such wonder, how complete
Each time you spin your net, so neat
Then destroyed, in one fell swoop
You start again, another loop
This network that you build so fine
Each better, stronger, every time
Your geometric source of food
Patterns from a source, so crude
..And all these webs you leave behind
Do you return, from time to time?
And if your snare is lost, or broke
Would you repair each careful spoke?
Each tiny strand, collecting dust
Synthetic fibres, left to rust
It's a tangled web we weave
Within our lives, should we deceive
For every line we spin along
Just stays connected, right or wrong
For every web we dust away
One more appears in just one day
Another mess that will return
Another lesson we've to learn.

(c)1999 Phillip Hennessy