Gossamer: “…a fine, filmy substance consisting of cobwebs spun by small spiders, seen especially in autumn.” Almost invisible connections, wispy footpaths, heavenly highways, hopeful threads woven all about. Glinting swords clashing, fencing in silvery precision, spinning lightening parlaying in forest Glens. Harp strings for humming Angels, hair ribbons for Eden’s queens, Autumn’s airy revelations collecting my heart’s hidden pleadings.
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Gossamer Prayers
A poem of spidery devotion
The Crowbar Massage Podcast
Conversations on Faith & Culture
"The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning" -J.R.R. Tolkien.
Conversations on Faith & Culture
"The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning" -J.R.R. Tolkien. Appears in episode
