Dear spiders, listen to this interruption, Take care when weaving your webs, They are subject to corruption, Beware! for our success ebbs. Webs are home, where you live, But they’re also how you dwell, If deformed, then naturally, You’ll often experience hell. The webs we weave by nature, Are done with original sin, In spider nomenclature: We fail once, and then again. Through an intervention, The Creator’s loving grace Put an end to the death of webs That newly might begin our race. ...

I must confess I could be mean When speaking to a friend, About his dog that barks and screams Yelping from start to end. And then one day his dog just died, A sad thing for my friend. While I was grateful it was gone… It went on to offend! For late at night, I woke with fright, To barks and yips and yaps, The beast had come to haunt me, right And keep me from my naps. There it was! The same noise for sure! Hiding under the rug. “I've got you now!” I cried aloud, “You noisy little bug!”...

Remember the bible account of the Watchman? God appoints the prophet Ezekiel as a spiritual watchman over the house of Israel (Ez 33). His main job is to listen to God’s warnings and pass them on to the people. If Ezekiel warns the people and they do not listen, they are responsible for their own wrong choices. If Ezekiel stays quiet and fails to warn them, God holds Ezekiel responsible for their deaths. It’s hard to know when or even if you have had an Ezekiel moment, called to speak for God...