Reincarnation Poem by James Walter Orr

We know, one day I will be no more but
A memory that lingers in some mind.
I hope it’s for some deed considered kind;
Mind and heart that are open, never shut;

Perverted not, their freedom undefined
By bigotry, nor by vile bias cut;
Not channeled through a superstitious rut;
To needs for truth and justice, never blind;

Accepting no false pride or cause to strut
From any tenet, cult or slanted creed,
Where dogma, claim or doctrine spark a deed,
Counter to truth: injustice in a glut.

Oh! May some heart I’ve touched always retain,
Good memories, to bring me back again.