Sometimes I wonder
If angels look down at us and laugh a little,
With us like strange fish,
Bright and colorful in a vast swirling sea,
And we know the width but are still trying to find the depth.
What fascinating creatures we must be!
With our power for light or dark or most often both,
With our strange acts of love and hate,
All the things we do
In this one, short, fleeting life of ours
That must pass in the blink of an eye.
And the angels might laugh,
Walk away and say,
"How ridiculous, how strange!"
And they are exactly right.