How intricate the knots,
The thread so delicate,
I scarcely ever noticed before.
How often had I torn them down
Treating them as a nuisance.
Perhaps out of ignorance,
Perhaps out of misplaced fear,
Picturing a threat where one did not exist.
Without prompt I stopped in my tracks,
Marvelling at this masterpiece
Spun from the lowly spider.
Her web so unlike the tangles of man,
Perfect and symmetrical,
Designed with a divine purpose.
Not to deceive…nay,
But to live and to feed
As the Creator intended.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
lovely, Dominic! I find as we age, we do become observant of “important” things that young children notice…maybe that’s why those 2 generations get along so fine 🙂
That may very well be, I suppose that age does have something to do with it. 🙂
There ARE positive aspects that come with age:)
Yes, I suppose there are, but aches and pains don’t count. 🙂
Well ture…I suffer from chronic pain since my mid 30`s, so I`m kinda happy to have company now…we can joke about it in a loving way.
Absolutely…if you can’t fix it you might as well make light of it. 🙂
Yep….which does not mean we dont empathize.
Reblogged this on Mary Burns, Seeker of Truth and Beauty.
Thank you so much for the re-blog Mary, I appreciate it.