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We Are Not Alone I inhale the crisp night air, look up at the light of distant stars, and wonder about their planets, moons, and lifeforms: Faith is knowing that Earth isn't the only inhabited planet in the universe. I inhale the crisp night air, remember earlier poems inspired by meditation upon a line from the scriptures my chosen spiritual path. "...Know thou that every fixed star hath its own planets, and every planet its own creatures, whose number no man can compute." Bahá’u’lláh12 Atoms of novas disperse across the interstellar medium merge with clouds of gas and dust. Nebula-- in which stars condense and planets grow-- gave birth to systems prepared to nurture sentient life: bodies that house nascent souls. What creatures are these that risen from the primal ooze stand awestruck at the sight of multicolored twinkling lights spread across the firmament? Neither gods nor beast, but having attributes of both at death their bodies will return to atoms of the dust, while their souls ascend into the Worlds of God. Poet's Note: ▼ Footnotes |