A Prayer Of Finest Silk

In the quiet
composition of long waiting,
resolute as stone
and patient in meditation,
to a spider, its
web is a prayer spun across
empty air,
crafted from the finest silk.

So faint
this whispered invocation,
but anchored
in faith, it hangs suspended,
barely visible in
a universe so vast, awaiting
the tug of
another’s careless disbelief.