My thoughts on death

I hope many things about death.
I know what I hope it is not.
I hope it is not just a vanishing of existence.
I hope it is not the end of everything.

I hope it is like a long deep sleep,
Filled with memories of the life once lived.
Although sleeping on your back,
Like they position you in a coffin,
Might not be that comfortable.

I hope it is a second chance,
A chance to start a new life.
I hope your life is recycled
So that nothing is wasted and
Your knowledge is discovered by the
Children that are maturing.
And you become a new person.

I hope that your soul has contentment,
You do the things that you never got to do,
You learn the things you never learned.
If there is a heaven, I trust it will be
Everything that they promised it would be.

But to tell you the truth,
I don’t believe there is a heaven.
When God created nature, he did not
Waste a single thing.
Everything has a purpose.
So why would He just store away
All those restless souls
For no reason at all
Other than just to keep them?

I hope that death really is
Just a beginning and not an
Ending.
Because I have too many thoughts
To use in just this life.