Life

The spiderweb in my garden
fills me with awe:
it is so fragile, so delicate,
and yet the wind does it no harm.
Then a pine cone falls
and the silver strands are no more.

The oak tree
shaded the house
with its grand canopy.
It withstood the winter storms
effortlessly,
and yet little beetles,
no larger than a grain of rice,
invaded its core
and took its life.

I think of the spider webs
and the oak tree
and how they are like human
connections, strong and delicate
at once.
Like the words we speak:

Those filled with Love