“The time will come when diligent research over long periods will bring to light things which now lie hidden. A single lifetime, even though entirely devoted to the sky, would not be enough for the investigation of so vast a subject… And so this knowledge will be unfolded only through long successive ages. There will come a time when our descendants will be amazed that we did not know things that are so plain to them… Many discoveries are reserved for ages still to come, when memory of us will have been effaced.”
― Seneca
(portion of a massive spider’s web / Troup Co. Georgia / Julie Cook / 2014)
Woven and spun in the season of lengthening shadows.
Strength in the most delicate of thread.
Steadfast, determined, ever diligent to the task.
Over and under, in and out, loop and hook.
Easily broken, laboriously repaired
Each day passing as the day before
Stretching, giving, taking, bending
Up and down, side by side, criss then cross
Luminescent, translucent, barely seen yet keenly felt
Holding fast and tightly firm
Beauty in the tiniest detail
Master weaver ever toiling without complaint
Assailed and assaulted come tempest wind or driving rain
Victim of ravenous foe who vie for hungriest claim
Never deterred, never wavering, constantly steady
Spinning and weaving without delay
Intuitive skill or mindless action
Eons of time have witnessed no change
Beauty found in necessity of action
Survival in the most delicate thread
cookiecrumbstoliveby 
The marvelous photo illustrates so beautifully the quote from Seneca. When I was reading the quote, of course, Teilhard came to mind. It is so amazing to me how the world is unfolding to reveal the majesty and truth of God. Blessings. Classes start today! 🙂
Amazing photo Julie! …and wonderful poem too.
xxx
Debra
Great photo! Just think…spiders have been spinning those designs since the beginning of time–Hugs, Laura
I know, and you should know that I am no fan of spiders—they creep me out to no end…this time of year, when I’m out in the woods as this is the time of year my husband likes to “work” on his “deer land”, they are all over the place as this is the season of the giant webs in the woods—imagine riding on a 4 wheeler down a pig trail when bam, a giant web with it’s equally giant owner slams into your face—let’s just say I’ve been know to jump off a moving 4 wheeler in a heart beat no matter the speed or location 🙂
a healthy respect I maintain–as long as they don’t get on me 🙂
Hugs Laura—Julie
eeeeeeeeeek….I’d be jumping off too! You’re such a trooper, though. I’m sure your husband appreciates your company as he works his dear deer land!
Wow, what a lovely poem and from a person who doesn’t much care for spiders, it’s even more extraordinary. You’ve outdone yourself with this one, Little Miss Muffett. Love and hugs, N 🙂 ❤ ❤ ❤