The late John Ratcliffe<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\nThe spider weave from leave to branch
\nThat links to branch via trunk of tree
\nThat links to earth through roots to soil
\nThat through our feet links you and me…
\nWe walk on unaware
\nThat each step we take, as our feet fall
\nSends a message to other feet to root to trunk
\nTo leaf, to web, to spider from us all.
\nWe say we don’t talk to spiders…
\nWhy should we, what would we say?
\nWhat have you seen there hanging around
\nWhat sort of fly did you eat today?
\nThe spider speaks not to us
\nA giant shadow on the paths below
\nWhose business it could not comprehend
\nFor whom necessary indifference it seems to show…
\nUntil it glides down,
\nFloating on silk,lands on our hair…
\nWalks with is the path of life
\nUs all knowing , being unaware…
\nWe walked with a spider today
\nAs we went shopping in the mall
\nIn the pub we went for a pint with our pals
\nSomewhere, somehow parted company in the fall
\nOf the spider from our jacket it crawled down
\nMaybe intentional, maybe accidental, incidents of chance event
\nSentient beings both in our own world
\nWhich we go separate fates content
\nThe world itself and people too
\nBeing like the person and the fly
\nLinked by vibrations of our lives
\nThrough roots to leaves that wave in the sky
\nBlown by the passing breeze
\nThat sends the chill over our faces
\nThat we pull scarves across to keep warm
\nAs we must do in these wintry places…
\nThis binary web that links us all
\nWho otherwise never would meet
\nLinks our hands, through keyboards and fingers
\nTo our hearts, as we walk down the street
\nAbout our own business in the modern world
\nYet we feel each others joy and pain,
\nWe feel their loss, sometimes comfort give
\nYet, reality with is shall remain…
\nLet us be glad of the connections
\nThrough wire strands and fingers between ye and I
\nNot forgetting the connections with the earth
\nThrough the tree, to leaf, so spider eating his fly
\nFor breakfast, who wonders why
\nIn verses like here he is forgot
\nThe connection with spider celebrated…
\nHe too is nature, is he not?
\nThe answer to that I cannot give
\nI know not all, I am put a poet who writes
\nThe spider an animal who kills to live
\nThe fly who to live fights…
\nI have more things on my mind today
\nThan connections to spider and flies through trunks of trees
\nAs rambling verse seeks comfort to give
\nTo a distant parent who for his son grieves,
\nThe tears that fall to earth
\nJoin the waters in the soil
\nThat join the rivers, falls and pools
\nThe oceans that stretch beyond the sight of eye
\nThat evaporate under searing sun
\nMaking clouds, and winds that blow on our face
\nRustling leaves, blowing spiders as we walk beneath trees
\nMyriad of connections in this place
\nThis rock that we call home for a while
\nShould heaven prove true for you and me
\nWe shall meet each other, and the loved ones we have lost
\nTogether for eternity
\nLet us be now like the fisherman
\nWhose catch in his net are our good times in life
\nBe happy for the haul that came ashore
\nRue not the shoal swam away to spite the strife
\nOf casting the net:
\nTo do so it is to breath
\nThat’s life itself, unknown connections…
\nIt can be both kind and cruel indeed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
For the late John Ratcliffe, to help give peace and comfort to David Ratcliffe, freinds and family. 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