Stephenson Family Ties The Barn Burnt Down
And Now I See The Moon

Sabbath Musings

The Spider's Web

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 from 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 strand to you
For my returning.