August 11, 2009
The inspiration actually came from a cobweb in church. I kept seeing this cobweb from week to week in the steel beams and ductwork and conduit, all painted black, of our church sanctuary. Our worship service is fairly modern with stage lighting and songs/graphics on two large screens, and the lights would make this cobweb glow. And for several weeks it was as if the Lord kept pointing it out. It made me laugh.
A single thread
of dust clothed cobweb
cluttering a corner of the ceiling
of the sanctuary;
stretched
from one indeterminate spot to another;
glowing in the spotlight
amidst the twinkling dust motes;
swaying in the breeze
of air conditioning
in the light and out of
bending, curving moving in the darkness
like an optic fiber hidden, invisible
carrying the light in the dark
this fine filament
eluding the scientific mind
from being
recreated;
its tensile strength and elasticity
unmatched in the material:
yet, the flick of a finger,
the wave of a hand
can cast it down.
Someone needs to dust.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Cobweb in the Church Rafters
Labels:
cleansing,
man,
poem,
poetry,
religious poetry,
soul,
spiritual poetry
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