Suspended, safe for now. Calamity below.
Do I dangle from a fraying thread? A chain with a weak link?
Do I rest in a net, with holes and gaps?
Or, Lord, have you woven a tapestry upon which I lie – threads crossing and supporting one another, safe, soft, shot through with beauty?
Open my eyes, Lord, to how safe I am and the beauty you surround me with.