Orion

I look up at the sky and I see Orion
And I try to remember what I have to do
Because there are ages to be recalled
There are tasks meant to be completed
Yet my mind will not recall it, so I watch
And I think there is a movement in the sky
When searchlights will find the blessed ones
Perhaps they will come here, too, after us.
To remind us or awaken us, or help us
To know and to remember the divine purpose
For which we have lived so many lives
For which we have endured the growth, the ages,
On this remote planet of blue where no one
Understands the messages of sound and light
That pass through the atmosphere
From our homeland, from our green hills,
From that beloved place, Orion.