My faith <br />is a great weight <br />hung on a small wire, <br />as doth the spider <br />hang her baby on a thin web, <br />as doth the vine, <br />twiggy and wooden, <br />hold up grapes <br />like eyeballs, <br />as many angels <br />dance on the head of a pin. <br /> <br />God does not need <br />too much wire to keep Him there, <br />just a thin vein, <br />with blood pushing back and forth in it, <br />and some love. <br />As it has been said: <br />Love and a cough <br />cannot be concealed. <br />Even a small cough. <br />Even a small love. <br />So if you have only a thin wire, <br />God does not mind. <br />He will enter your hands <br />as easily as ten cents used to <br />bring forth a Coke.<br /><br />Anne Sexton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/small-wire/
