IT WAS JUST HANGING THERE LIKE A QUILT SET TO DRY

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With pegs and washing in my hands

I headed out once more,

To the clothesline in our garden

For the daily laundry chore.

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Arriving there, I stopped and placed

The pegs and basket down

Upon the little sandstone wall

That hems our garden 'round.

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Picking up the first wet piece,

I hung it out to dry,

But as I reached for number two

An image caught my eye.

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There suspended in the air,

Like a quilt upon a line,

Was an itty bitty spider's web -

No bigger than a dime!

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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.

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But something 'bout this little net,

Each silken thread entwined,

Held captive my attention

For the work was truly fine.

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I pursed my lips, and gently blew

Each strand was twitching now -

I hoped the tiny "craftsman"

Might come out and take a bow!

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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.

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With no response I turned back to

The wash, with resignation.

It seemed the spider didn't want

My praise and adulation.

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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.

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'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.

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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.

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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..

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Author Unknown to me

 

 

 

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