It seems to me
Our cosmic friends
Are here.
Words are heard, ones of fear
Through the night the sparkling lights
Dive and dart, a great mystery
The long conversation
Over many years
Are we alone, on earth
Or is there another entity
God made us, we truly know
Other masters
We have no proof
What is the ultimate end
Good or bad
What will these visitors send.
Some grace and love
Let’s pray for that
Our power is by design
Our God is so sublime
We can only hope and pray
Those occupants
Don’t do and say
The same as we did and do today.
Michael Forty