A few weeks ago, I wrote about my friend Donna. I’m sad to report that Donna has left this world. When I think of friends who are far away. Those who can return, and those who cannot, I turn to this poem. It’s one of my favorites.
The Spider’s Web (A Natural History)
The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.
And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.
Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider’s web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.