My Soul has Forgotten

Once, I stood before God,
Yet this soul has forgotten.

All memories having ceased
But that seed carried in me,
Because the heart could not.

Be happy and rejoice, for
My soul stood before God!

And yet…

The dirt poor and dirt rich,
To dirt we all shall return.

Doesn’t this sound unfair?

For that dirt, it does recall
Those precious memories,
Recorded before all time,
That moment it too stood
In the presence of our God.

And yet, my soul’s destined
Not to recall that visitation,
Most singular, so profound
Before coming to the world,
A human being, imperfected.

Should not that joy remain?

Then why should my soul so easily forget,
Forget, that it too once stood before God?