One strand spans space, incomprehensible,
A spider silk binding a wooded path,
All is, like starlight far and faint, able,
To traverse and mend an endless, blank swath.
A temptation, to cower to the vast,
And bow to fear before a step taken.
The smothering shadow of evil casts,
The dark of stars not struck, chance untaken.
Yet if the simple spider, tethered, leaps,
To weave, as it over precipice swings,
Courage can rise, fear fall, and bridge the deeps,
Cross chasms, heal scars, light stars, and peace bring.
Either fear or faith, how one is chosen,
One falls, with the other all is woven.
andy nixon, 7/26/15
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