JUST HANGING THERE LIKE A QUILT SET TO DRY
With pegs and washing in my hands
I headed out once more,
To the clothesline in our garden
For the daily laundry chore.
Arriving there, I stopped and placed
The pegs and basket down
Upon the little sandstone wall
That hems our garden 'round.
Picking up the first wet piece,
I hung it out to dry,
But as I reached for number two
An image caught my eye.
There suspended in the air,
Like a quilt upon a line,
Was an itty bitty spider's web -
No bigger than a dime!
Now believe me when I tell you
That I'm really not a fan
Of creepy, crawly bugs and things -
Indoors they all are banned.
But something 'bout this little net,
Each silken thread entwined,
Held captive my attention
For the work was truly fine.
I pursed my lips, and gently blew
Each strand was twitching now -
I hoped the tiny "craftsman"
Might come out and take a bow!
But a spider won't grow very old
If it takes a foolish chance.
Which is why this eight legged spinner
Just ignored the wild web dance.
With no response I turned back to
The wash, with resignation.
It seemed the spider didn't want
My praise and adulation.
And so, instead, I gave it to
The Master of design
The One who made the spider's life,
As well as yours and mine.
'Cause after all, God is the One
To Whom all credit's due.
For the beauty of Creation is
The Lord's work through and through.
From lowly earthworm (gardener's friend),
To the highest mountain peak,
The truth of God is clear to see
For those who care to seek.
So every day, midst work and play,
Take time to give a thought
For the glory of the Father shines
Through everything He's wrought..
Author Unknown to me