A lichen-whiskered oak tree
stands on the river bank,
He watches a spider
sling a single strand of silken web
across the creek,
ten feet above the water.
A breeze blows his long beard over his shoulder,
and makes the acrobatics of the spider-walk
even more breathtaking.
She is the daredevil of Niagara
and he the silent mystic who watches.
How many times has she done this?
And how many times has he watched?
How many spiders
and how many oak trees
have done this dance
since Earth was an infant?
How many times will they do it again?
How many times will we notice them do it,
and gaze in awe?
How many times will we allow them?
The setting sun has found the silken strand,
fifty feet of fiber optic,
in which to create an undulating rainbow.
Prism strand, rainbow strand,
a long, multi-colored tendril
connecting the two riverbanks in a tender embrace.
Work of art.
Art of work.
Nature of life.
Life of nature.
Will we see?
Will we participate?
Will there be lichen-whiskered oak trees
and will there be silken-strand-spinning spiders
in the forests of our children?
Will there be children in our forests?
Will there be forests?
Will there be children?
Will there be Life?
Will there be - Life?
Tír na nÓg
Fr. Seán ÓLaoire, PhD
Friday & Saturday, 7:30 am
St. Mark's Chapel
600 Colorado Avenue
Palo Alto, CA 94306