It's feeling pretty sketchy out here,
brittle, melted in the middle,
waves visible, cresting.
You're not going to be able to skate,
My child. Hold my hand.
It's not so simple as walking on water.
No running ahead here.
Allow me to carry you,
for you are safe,
even in the frozen chaos.
The goal is not the other side;
It's to stay with me.
Open water out there?
Why are you looking that far ahead?
Don't you know I can freeze it
with a breath?
Peace be Still...Go to You Tube and listen to Chris Blue sing "Peace be Still" I can't get it out of my head. Your poem made me think of it.