Today I spied a spider
Inching up a silver vein
Then slowly and deliberately
He came back down again.
What futile effort. What a waste.
I arrogantly surmised.
This up, then down, then up again.
A useless exercise.
But with clarity and purpose
His constant efforts surged.
And through the struggle of his work
An elegant web emerged.
Some days I struggle upward
Fighting uphill. Wondering why.
And other days I'm gliding
Through a clear blue cloudless sky.
With each day that I begin
All the steps that I'll be taking
Is it all just a part of
Something bigger in the making?
Brightly colored threads of struggle
Pulling through the joy and strife
It's a tapestry I'm weaving
On God's canvas of my life.