I cannot prove that God exists
You cannot prove that he does not.
Yet still the argument persists.
What does it matter not a lot?
What I believe may not be true
There is no way I can be sure.
I think the same applies to you.
That's why we both feel insecure.
Although I'm open to debate.
I see no point in argument.
I have no doubt if we just wait
The truth will become apparent.
When we have left this world behind.
We will no longer be so blind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely put, and so true Ivor.