Another Poem

Alien Sky
By Henrietta Asher Handy
 
Sometimes when I look up
And see the expanse above
I can’t help but wonder
If we, as human beings,
Have always been here,
Looking up at the brilliant blueness
And the velvety purpleness dotted with diamond stars.
 
When we fell from Perfection
Did we truly fall?
Fall to this place and time
This dimension Imperfect?
From that time, have we looked up and seen a new sky?
Have we looked upon an alien something?
 
By our own ancestral greed
Something Glorious was lost.
You don’t have to fly planes
Fight wars
Kill innocents along with the guilty
To know something is missing
Something has been lost.
 
Religion tries to explain it;
Philosophy seeks to rationalize
The awkward akimbo we feel.
We can change – we are no dependent
On anything –
Our destinies are our own
And none can succeed unless they try.
 
Succeed at what?
Where is our place?
Each of us feels a loss.
Each of us has looked up and wondered
“What was it like Before?”
We know, in some hidden part,
There has been a Before for us.
 
When we fell from Grace,
Did we land in this place?
To look up at the beauty, the blue
And know its imperfection too?
Is that why we long for something unexplainable?
Someone, Some place currently Unattainable?
Somewhere beyond an alien sky?
Where our Imperfection does not lie;
Where feet do not touch ground or sod,
And we may partake of all that is…God? 
 
 
Do not reprint without my express permssion; from Living Through the Dying.  Does anyone else wonder these things besides me?