While On the Shores

Sunday night worship at camp
–a positive remnant from covid–
Staff spread out on the docks enclosing the swimming area
Dusk settling in with the sun sinking behind the trees
Bats performing aerial tricks while
Cole leads on guitar. We
listen to psalms of creation, sing worship to the Creator
Hear specific prayer at end …”be who we were created to be, do what we are created to do…”
Created to worship (word/actions/heart).
When we live as we are created to be, it is an act of worship.
Meanwhile.
Below my feet, between two sections of docks, connected by a right angle
are 5-6 long jawed spiders
weaving new lines to the old.
Once strong-enough-strands hold, the spiders push the old web into a ball
out of the way of the new, a necessary part of the making.
They continue, layers on different planes–apartments stacked on each other
busy with their task, readying for the night’s work
of capturing night-flying insects to feast on
even while they themselves provide food for other creatures.
Living as they are created to be
while we do the same
On the Shores of Little Bostwick.