God lives in loving awe
of the tiniest spider.

Each seta is a column that holds up the kingdom of God.
A quiver in the trichobothrium is felt
as an earthquake in heaven.

God would sooner pierce his own side than
forget a single autotomy.

From the top of the spinneret God
calls us to prayer. The spider’s web
is a snare for the king’s delight.
A spider is God’s own trust;
an arachnid can out-weave wisdom.

God holds the spider above all the beauties of the world.
If a single neuron is set against it,
God’s heart erupts in flame.

However unconvinced you may be of God’s love now,
by and by, when you are brought low enough
to see the strands of heaven,
you will be convinced.