Post by Honeylioness on Oct 13, 2015 20:44:03 GMT -5
FOR NANCY
Our friendship is a spider’s web
strung between far-distant poles,
gossamer loveliness, connecting us, through time and space.
In appearance fragile, in fact steel,
forged in the crucible of our hearts.
Anchored in Him, the years have spun a pattern …
successive rings of laughter, tears, joy, pain,
all shared in trusting freedom.
One day you will lift away, as real spiders do,
to soar on the Spirit’s wind.
But I know the connection will not be broken ---
only stretched to new lengths.
And from time to time, I will feel the tug of your heart to mine
still joined by His loveline.
~ Rebecca Dawson
12 June 1991
Our friendship is a spider’s web
strung between far-distant poles,
gossamer loveliness, connecting us, through time and space.
In appearance fragile, in fact steel,
forged in the crucible of our hearts.
Anchored in Him, the years have spun a pattern …
successive rings of laughter, tears, joy, pain,
all shared in trusting freedom.
One day you will lift away, as real spiders do,
to soar on the Spirit’s wind.
But I know the connection will not be broken ---
only stretched to new lengths.
And from time to time, I will feel the tug of your heart to mine
still joined by His loveline.
~ Rebecca Dawson
12 June 1991