Gossamer Faith

Sir spider suspended,

                           still

but for the invisible

jarring of his aerial 

                           abode,

does it frighten him

to be held by

strength he cannot see,

to scuttle across the

sky, limb to leaf 

knowing the opposite 

                          anchored 

end could detach in a blink?

Still he spins in space

hovers in my way

'til I swat him down

and lament, "My God to have 

                         the faith of a spider."