I’ve left my home, brother spider.
Don’t spin your web and block the way.
For I’m going to my beloved,
and distractions tempt me go astray.
Small yet frightening you are,
and are you poisonous too?
Please don’t block the way brother;
come, let me go through.
I broke your web on accident, oh no:
I am sorry if I scared you.
I too am scared for God I swear
imprisons me in love.
Now since we’re both afraid
Oh yes! I’ve got it: here’s the plan!
We’ll trust in God, in His Holy Plan
and the sacrifice He makes.
For in you I see no enemy, but love,
although perhaps somehow malformed.
Yet I love you nonetheless, dear friend,
like the grace of rain on corn.
So if I ruined your masterful work,
I apologize for all offense.
Even so, we both know
that what God says
O, brother spider.