Webs and Cocoons

Sunlight slipping off silken threads.
Strands spiraling out from antennaed arachnids.
Radiant wings awakening.
Sometimes scarcely visible. Sometimes broken open.
Bound. Set free.
Webs and cocoons. Cocoons and webs.
Life and death. Death and life.
The tangled and mysterious warp and weft
of earthly existence.
We spin. We weave.
Sacred filament
crisscrossing space and time.
Unknowable gifts of an unknowable Creator.

Autumn spider

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Compline

It is night after a long day.
What has been done has been done;
what has not been done has not been done;
let it be.                    –from A New Zealand Prayer Book

 Sunset 2

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