COBWEBS

Rushing and rushing and getting behind.
Spinning and whirling in heart and in mind.
Trying to catch all the threads as they fly,
Yet they float and they flutter and flitter right by.

Lighter than air, they are blown by the breeze,
Rising and dancing, they do as they please.
A grasp at their trailings, the air is disturbed,
They jump in convulsion, recoil and reverb.

Spider web schedules and flyaway plans,
Ethereal cobwebs that melt in my hands.
Trying to catch an invisible calm,
To hold for a moment before it pass on.

Oh, Lord, all my life is a cobweb affair,
Fragile and tangled, yet , Lord, You are there.
Ordering movements of air and of thread,
Anchoring heart with the words You have said.

Updrafts and downdrafts, they play with my silk.
Dizzying loops, and curl of that ilk.
And yet, I am settled, all gossamer still,
Acquiesced in the flurry, at rest in God’s will.

Copyright 2015 R. K. H.