Spiders of the Heart

The annual invasion has begun. Every evening, I find a spider sitting on the ceiling or wall, glowering at me. The vacuum cleaner stands at the ready, and whoosh, off it goes to find out if there’s a spidery afterlife.

How do they get in? I have no idea, I just know that they do. I am also conscious there is likely to be many more, hidden from sight, watching me as I walk past or bed down. It is an unpleasant thought, but the vacuum cleaner offers me a modicum of comfort as I seek to repel the relentless invader.

God made these creatures so they cannot be inherently evil. Yet they are still a fitting reminder of sin. This side of heaven, it finds the tiny cracks and lurks in darkened corners. It waits for an opened door, an unsealed window, and in it creeps. Sometimes it presents itself, other times it lies dormant, biding its time, watching and waiting. 

Image by RÜŞTÜ BOZKUŞ from Pixabay