From the Clouds

           When I gaze down from an airplane onto the surreal, immense map of land intertwining with water and humanity, I wonder what it would be like to see everything. To know that so many people – some who claim allegiance to you and some who do not – grieve over the damage of natural and human disasters.

            I don’t know where you can see it all. Certainly not from above the clouds. Not from space. Some wouldn’t believe that God exists because they don’t know where He is. There is no answer I can find to the question, but I can't understand how such an intricate world with veins pulsing inside leaves and people could be built from coincidence.

            It’s impossible to know what it feels like to know and see all as a human, but up in the sky you realize that there are so many mightier things than what you see from the minimal view of your surroundings.