Though certain of belief, yet doubt persists
That my eternal spirit harbours now
All knowledge of some lives that did exist,
Since reason should determine why somehow.
This enigma cries foul at my belief
Of immortality, and so I seek
An agency that I could label thief:
Such is my former law enforcement streak.
So long as I seek answers to this doubt
No sensible response should I expect.
Thus does the jury stay forever out
In this strange trial. Why spirits resurrect?
My reason gets me nowhere in this case.
To be resigned is something I must face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem