The Net

The net was woven over time
It started on its own-
Later on in life
I felt how it had grown.
It wasn't seen or touched
Yet was there all the same
Weaved over years
I never knew its name.
Until one day as fate would have
A weakness it did show
Unraveling had begun,
Oh what a painful blow.
I couldn’t stop it, couldn’t help
The threads now were frayed…
I never saw it coming,
Much to my dismay.
And it was defined for me to see
and I came to know
Comfort, Faith, Security…
my net that held me so.