I am the Spider

Today I watched a tiny spider crawl across the screen of my bedroom window.
Compared to the amazing view of the river, the trees, the hills and the clouds that lay just beyond my window,
that spider was so small.
I thought to myself,
I am that spider.
In contrast to this vast and wondrous world,
I am so small.
Then I thought of how that little spider spins a web.
No one can do it quite like him.
No tree or river can spin silky strings so fine.
No cloud or hill can weave such spectacular patterns.
Yes, I am the spider and no one else can spin a web quite like me.

I Died Today

I died today,
and even though it kind of hurt,
it was so good.
I fought and kicked and screamed, cursing in my mind.
I stood on the shore, breathing deep.
You were supposed to take care of this,
yet, you just sat there doing nothing.
I heard you say, "jump."
So I did.
I threw off my shoes and dove to my death.
The water stung my face, and as I surfaced,
I came to know the concept of Peace like a river...
I sat shivering on the bank,
Breathing deeper still,
And singing to my lover.
I admitted that I was weak and nothing,
and you reminded me that though I could not see down the river,
you knew what was there.
All would be ok.
Then you said, "dive again."
Once more a thousand needles in that river pierced my skin,
a second death.
It hurt so good.
As I walked away, your hand in mine,
I asked what just happened,
and softly you said,
"You just died today."