edge of a ravine

feels like i'm standing at the edge of a ravine, all ready to tumble into a place where i've been before.

while the depth and the darkness of the ravine scares me, it is not the scariest part. what scares me most is the things that i perceive to be able to save me are grossly warped.

like holding on to a fast breaking root at the edge of a cliff, i dare not let go to try to grab hold of another, for it seems like beyond this faltering hope, i have nothing.

i can only pray that you set me on your solid rock.