Correspondence

Who am I to the miniscule spider,

But a Goddess of such scale and might

As to be incomprensible?

A Being whose breath is a cycloning Hurricane

To blow that tiny body into oblivion.

This sovereign Being with power to save and destroy.

What life can garner my attention?

What Mercy guides me to look down and see

These Other Beings shaped so differently?

Such sweet Diversity

Shining bright for all to see

Beyond a veil of size and scale

From the infinitesmal to the infinite.

These powers that be

Shine forth through you and me

And reflect back in perfect harmony.

When love-inspired, my sweet Mercy

Comes back to me from beyond Eternity

Reminding me of my own Nature

No greater than the miniscule spider.

Poem by Robin Wiseman