She thought of the verse: “On Earth as it is in Heaven”.
Passing over the world, looking down through glass,
At the lands of snow, the lands of sand, of eternal green.
At the endless blue of the oceans and seas, one with the sky.
It seemed so peaceful, so beautiful, so radiant in the darkness.
“On Earth as it is in Heaven”. She thought again, space station
Slowly turning over the world, into the sky and the horizon, the sun.
Like God she could see all the world, but she could not hear thoughts
Or touch dreams or reach out to them, as they went about lives and deaths.
Lives and deaths in one small island, in the black sea, the washing void.
“On Earth as it is in Heaven.”. Up in the sky, but it wasn’t Heaven at all.
It was human, all too human. Order wasn’t maintaining. The mission was failing.
She could see all the world, but she couldn’t touch souls or dreams or hearts.
Not in all those on the world below, and not in all the others up here in the sky.
The island in the black sea was dying, because people couldn’t be any better than they were.