When We Forget the Net, It Still Holds…

Almost twenty years ago, someone said to me, “we are being held in a net we cannot fall out of.”

That line has stayed with me all these years. I shared it today in one of my Banyan groups, and someone offered this poem in return.

It feels like a reminder we all need right now:

We are held.
By love.
By kindness.
By the invisible threads that connect us to one another—woven over generations.

It’s easy to forget the net and believe only in the fall.
But every time we offer a smile, a listening ear, a generous act… we’re strengthening it.

May you remember today too…

You are part of the net.
You are held.

Here’s the poem:

by Rosemerry

This morning I woke

thinking of all the people I love

and all the people they love

and how big the net

of lovers. It felt so clear,

all those invisible ties

interwoven like silken threads

strong enough to make a mesh

that for thousands of years

has been woven and rewoven

to catch us all.

Sometimes we go on

as if we forget

about the net. Believing only

in the fall. But the net

is just as real. Every day,

with every small kindness,

with every generous act,

we strengthen it. Notice,

even now, how

as the whole world

seems to be falling, the net

is there for us as we

walk the day’s tightrope.

Notice how every tie matters.