Thin Ice

We are promised nothing
Not even our next breath
In a second it could leave us
Coming face to face with death.

Maybe for a moment or two
Life will pass before our eyes
Thin ice barely holds us
Too late we may realize.

The walk was so precarious
It didn't have to be that way
So on my face I fall again
On thin ice, in fear I lay.

Waiting, waiting for the sound
Will I fall through to hell?
Thin ice is no feat to God
He had me before I fell.

Yet we walk it foolishly
Knowing danger lurks there
It is life and all its follies
Once again, thin ice, not fair.

Life is just a journey
It's fast, furious, insane
You can walk on thin ice
But cruel waters wait with pain.

I have walked this cold, hard path
As the tears freeze on my face
Thin ice melts, breaks away
My soul warms by His grace.

Reaching out, I take His hand
When the crackling sound alarms
He takes me to solid ground
Where eternity melts into His arms.

Thin ice, we've all walked it
But God has walked it too
Then He breathed a Holy breath
Melting rivers of hope for you.

This poem was a finalist in the January 2009 poetry contest

Book by Kathleen Higham

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