An Angel’s Questions

What is it like
to be stuck on the ground?
Unable to feel weightless
as you dive through the moist clouds?

Though the view from above is spectacular
and the wind calls me to play,
Those who walk on the ground
Have captured my curious eye

Do they feel gravity weighing them down?
Is that why they so often stumble and fall?
Do they feel the need to fly?
Is that the reason they look to the stars?

I feel the wind blow through my hair
and its freedom calls to me.
It looks for a companion to join it on its journey
as it winds its way among Earth’s inhabitants

I can’t help but wonder if they are lost
Or do they simply choose to wander about
trusting their own two feet to guide them?
I don’t understand.

Can they be taught
to see the world as the angels see it?
To reach beyond the stars
without fear of gravity pulling them back down?

Can they see the beauty that surrounds them
or can they only see the things that glitter and shine?
Do they feel love for one another
or do they feel isolated in ignorance?

Patience, a voice whispers to me
They can be taught
All they have to do
Is listen