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"Supporting the Light"
The Web Of Life
Oh what mysterious lives we lead,
what tangled webs we weave,
as through the paths of time we make our way.
What lofty heights we've summitéd,
what utter depths we've plumbed,
As headlong, we've proceeded day by day.
Oh what pleasures we have known
what acme of delight,
As we have tried the apple to gain.
What awful grief we’ve left behind
what sorrow and despair,
As pleasure has so often turned to pain.
Oh what reluctant paths we've trod
what sudden change of plans,
As straight ahead turned blindly left and right.
What hazards strewn across our way
what entanglements of life,
As perplexed, we've struggled
in the dead of night.
Oh what mysterious lives we lead
What tangled webs we weave,
as when we ask the questions,
how and why.
What reason for this web we weave,
what purpose for it all,
And are we the spider, or could we be, the fly?
From the collection of poems
‘From Tourism to Reality’
George Ballance © 1976Copyright 2007 (c) Almond Ministries