I used to look up into the sky And all I saw were dots of light And the Moon And I never gave them much thought Always there, hovering in the sky As long as I could remember And long after I am gone Like a guardian angel she is there Looking down on me Like a picture suspended from an unseen ceiling But now I look past the ceiling And I realize that my little world is so small Compared to the impossible grandeur of the Universe So many other Worlds Not only in my neighborhood called the Milky Way But other worlds Farther than my own imagination can ever take me How far does it stretch? Is there no end? Can I "cross-over" to some other existence? The patterns rhyming in nature Over and over again I see them The tiniest electron orbiting the Atom Just as the Planets orbit the Sun As the Sun orbits the Galaxy As the Galaxy orbits the center of the Universe Now I look out, not up And I am awed by what is out there Waiting Waiting to be discovered So many new things So new that I can never comprehend their true nature Because my feeble mind is incapable of understanding That which God has created, but not explained And I wonder... Is there someone, or something That is looking out from their world At me? Wondering what wondering? Thinking what I am thinking? I wonder...