A noiseless patient spider,
I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood, isolated,
Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you O my Soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my Soul.
This poem by Walt Whitman is a favorite of mine and often reminds me of our little cyber world...mostly strangers reaching out to one another for support and friendship...
For all of the times that I needed to vent
For all of the times that I felt no one could possibly understand
For the days I've felt like giving up
For prayers
For the friendship
Thank you and a very Blessed Christmas to you all!