Sparkling Escapades Abroad with the Fairy Bra Mother

Upon the creaking timbers,
where water laps the side,
a spider weaves her silver threads,
with patient, steady stride.

Each filament, so fragile,
yet strong enough to hold,
a tapestry of wonder,
more precious than spun gold.

The breeze may rock the vessel,
the waves may rise and fall,
but still she spins her masterpiece—
God’s hand upholds it all.

For who gives skill to spiders?
Who paints the dawn with flame?
Who stills the stormy waters,
and calls each star by name?

A web upon a boat,
a universe so small-
reminds my heart how awesome
is the God who made it all.

Sonya Joy