I Am Looking Towards The Direction Of The Sky Poem by RIC BASTASA

we all do

we find the direction
of the sky

what choice
do we have
to feel this

comfort
of God
to feel
the place

of the sun
and the moon
and the
stars

day and night
it is always
the sky

the symbol
of eternity
of what is
up there

where perhaps
the heavens
lie

where perhaps
everything
is bound

where perhaps
our fathers
and forefathers
live

where perhaps
we are
all welcome

where perhaps
no dirt
of this earth
is no longer
found

what did they
say?
to the skies
we are meant
to fly