Just as the life support systems are about to shut down, space travelers caught in the Spider Nebula's web, are rescued.

This poem by Terri Leigh Relf has very interesting allegoric possibilities, some which lend themselves to the Christmas season rather nicely.
 

it is like the wind this breath that flows in iridescent rivulets glistens from the center of the spider nebula’s web it is like the rain this sound that bids me lean close then closer the port window now aglow with beacon lights it is like hope this taste that crawls into my mouth lingers in my mind as dawn emerges   from its cocoon of night and we are rescued at last