a spider + ant || a poem

a spider + ant || a poem

a spider + ant are nigh the same thing:

segmented bodies + spry, nimble feet,

unnoticed, unseen, no beauty to boast

yet bold to live freely from forest to coast.

a spider weaves tapestries; fine silk she spun

while ants build a castle in growing, dry mud.

+ one drinks the blood of foes she demised

while ants humbly gather a lost picnic prize.

we trod on their homes + tear down their wall;

the ant + the spider constantly fall.

like high-ranking kings + poor peasant folk

who boast of their glory or handle revoke;

like fog in the night may linger a breath

+ vapor ascend, then die a quick death,

the ant + the spider could boast of their feats

then wither to die in summer sun's heat.

so rather, the two have beauty to show:

their humble + quiet service alone.

to daily fulfill the task set before:

the call of the faithful, king or the poor.

Trust in Him at all times, you people;
Pour out your heart before Him;
God is a refuge for us. Selah

Surely men of low degree are a vapor,
Men of high degree are a lie;
If they are weighed on the scales,
They are altogether lighter than vapor...

Power belongs to God.
Also to You, O Lord, belongs mercy;
For You render to each one according to his work.

snippets of Psalm 62

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