I wonder if the spider plans

Before she spins her silken strands

To create a masterpiece

Between the branches of the trees.

I wonder when she begins her task

If she questions how she’ll catch

Prey when there are holes between

Each tightly wound sticky string.

Does she ever doubt her work?

Does she double back?

Or has she simply learned to spin

The task that her Creator's given.

There’s merit in a tight-knit scheme

Of filling every hole in between

But isn’t it much better still

To make space for my Father’s will?

So next time that I sit to spin

A brand new story with my pen

I’ll think about the spider’s work

Leaving room between my words.

For I’d rather write a simple tale

Not knowing every detail

Than pen a masterpiece I planned

Without my Creator’s hand.

I wonder if the spider plans,

Before she spins her silken strands

Or is she creating just like me,

Letting God fill her creativity?