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Star Child

by Darby Mitchell

In a seemingly careless field of high weeds,
The child I
Came suddenly upon the
Black, unknowing, eight-pointed spider
    Strung tremblingly in space
Blank single eye
Staring sightless into my suddenly knowing eye —

Suddenly conscious that this spider,
By casting forth all that it had,
Became not imprisoner,
But imprisoned,

Eight-pointed child of light,
In the design of God
And pointing at all eternity.

Copyright © 2005 by Darby Mitchell

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