From the day we are born
we spin the threads of life
Our own web so to speak
Threads that are both
weak and strong
They weave our
rights and wrongs
The goals we set
forth to seek
Our goodness and our
bad the we wreak.



We look back upon
each strand with either
love, hate or happiness
and yes even regret
For the web of life
spins either silver or gold
some with warmth and
some that leave us cold
We are afterall..mere mortal human
Our hearts can touch with
love or hate and spite
But when the web is finished
we are left with either a weak
web or one of insight..



We only know how good our web
was by the many or the few
that come to say goodbye
the word of kindness
and the eyes that cry
Or the grieving heart
that looks toward heaven.
And asks God why!!!
Bonnie Ray 2002
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May You always be covered with God's pure love!