No Proof

What I remember can’t be true
and yet to me it seems to be.
I can remember living through
another life lived previously.

Perhaps I’m wrong and they are real
is it a possibility?
I must confess it has appeal
I ponder on it endlessly.

If it were true it would explain
to some extent the mystery.
Are we reborn to live again?
successive lives, serially.

I can’t accept as many do
We will be judged on one life span
Although this is the Christian view
because I’m not a Christian.

The eastern mystics all suggest
That we must pay for all we do
In every life we face a test
there is some task that we must do.

I am inclined towards that view
It seems to make good sense to me.
Much more than paradise would do
be bored for all eternity.

I do not know but can accept
that such a law would simplify.
What everybody can expect
will happen when they come to die.

Heaven, hell and purgatory
would all be relegated to
the status of a fairy story.
But I can’t prove my dreams are true.

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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