The Spider

I watched a spider dangle in the air this morning.  On an unseen thread, it gently twisted in the breeze before lowering itself to a plant.  Then, it was gone.

How like the spider am I.  I dangle.  I twist.  The unseen thread keeps me connected with something far bigger than I am.

Yet if I follow the leadings of that Great Unseen, something beautiful can be wrought.

Can you see it?
A spider web, almost imperceptible, is in the lower part of the picture.


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