Faith

It's such a hard struggle, watching the weaving
A swinging back and forth in order to connect
If you fail, start all over again, when it is finished
The previous orb may be ruined by anyone 
Webs, intricate and beautiful, set like a gem
The landscape littered with them, all are an act
Of faith, to finish one is a work, over and over 
On display as they try to finish, make beautiful
The delicate precious bands that give life, light
It could all be for naught as they are easily 
Broken, destroyed by the unaware, yet each 
Weaves again and again, never losing sight
Prizing the finish, job well done, rest in the glory


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