I am a work in progress who will end
My journey here before I comprehend
All I would know or grow into my soul
Becoming wholly me, my grandest goal.
If I’ve a Higher Self to realize,
It’s reasonable that when my body dies
My soul lives on and earns another chance
To learn more Earthly lessons and advance.
How else can I make sense of our existence
And that we have prevailed through our persistence
To gain preeminence on this our Earth?
Can death extinguish beings of such worth?
One must suppose the universe intends
Our souls to be perfected when it ends.