“The Weaver”
The Weaver
weaves a web
In life.
He makes a home
To dwell
And snare.
The weaver sews the thread
Each day..
Seldom does he roam...
for his work is steady
and done with care.
The weaver holds tightly.
Only a lost prey he bemoans
He’s unseen but ready...
Never slothful to prepare…
for the catch
Is coming.
The catch is unsteady.
The catch is not prepared…
This is shared.
In patience he
Quietly goes about the chore…
As evidenced by a prolific trap.
We...as the separated are no less…no more
Using no tracking map
To enter a day
Where demands seem forthright…
But never free.
The patience of God
Carries Him from one web to another…
On a mission of cut…and release.
A long suffering that
Comes as a gift…no works or even please…lest any man
Claim might or right…
Only a claiming in a spirit of…love…
While we wait...
Let us move forward with patience
Given by the Holy Spirit.








