Felix was a man of God
He loved the Lord; He worked the sod.
He gave his all, helped the poor
His job to teach was not a chore.
Time to hunt; Soldiers went out
They looked for Felix all about.
Felix prayed; His faith was strong
He had to hide, outdo the throng.
Found some ruins, hid within
A spider came and webbed him in.
It spun fast so faithfully
The soldiers passed; Felix was free.
Silken curtain quickly spun
Unbroken threads meant job well done.
Felix prayed in thankful bliss
Named faithful spider, Fidelis.
2005 Pene Burkey
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