....On Thin Ice....

I see the cracks,
stand,
stuck in the middle,
waiting for the shatter.

Joggling glass balls,
standing on thin ice,
lightly,
surrounded by fire.

I look yonder,
they've let go.
Balls in orbit, they suspended
against gravity.

He holds them up,
humans, balls and all.
The ice remains thin,
yet it holds;
because He commands it to.

I should let go.
I should step away.
I should let Him take over.
Why can't I let go??