Endurance

How many times have you spun your silky web?

All the times that are necessary

Every morning I look through my kitchen window

And there you are

Unless it's pouring down

And you've found a place to shelter

It's been months now

Since you chose this kitchen window

How many times did I think you'd disappeared for good?

But you hadn't

You spin your web

Slowly

Miraculously intricate

How many storms have there been?

How often does your web get destroyed?

It doesn't matter

You spin and weave

Tirelessly

In this miraculous cycle of 

Endurance

And so it is with 

The Weavings of Life

The storms 

The wiping away

The losses

The disappointments

The fears

We open our many arms of 

Endurance

Feel all of it

Grieve 

Yes

And spin our web

All the times that are necessary

Photo taken by my husband, Antonio, kitchen window, in Port Coquitlam

See the poem "Endurance 2" here