when she weaves her complex web
speedily, deftly
that in just a matter of hours
or minutes
her work may be
destroyed by
a passing figure
or the gust of
frigid winter wind?
When ice crystals
lace the web
and it becomes
a diamond necklace
dangled from the
frosted street-sign,
where
does the spider go?
How does she survive
the loss?
How do you go forward?
How do you live with the pain?
How do you say goodbye
to what is most precious
and tragically
wrenched away?
I don’t know the answer,
yet.
But I do know this:
When you have love;
when you are given what you want,
notice it. Know it. Feel it.
Let it soak in like a delicious
warm bubble bath.
Let the sweetness of
fill your senses
and inspire you
to love
with your whole being.
Live it now.
What will be will be
and you will remember
the Love.