Once I believed in reincarnation.
I still think it's a possibility,
But in spite of my endless devotions
I have to admit, it's a mystery
As to what happens when we pass away.
I don't know what will happen tomorrow,
Or what is in store for later today,
And the next hour may be filled with sorrow
Or perhaps filled with laughter, who can say?
I don't know what my nightly dreams will bring
Or if a friend will call from far away
Or what melody my neighbor on her walk will sing . . .
So why should I know what will happen when I die
If an unexpected wind can catch me by surprise?