Every path we follow <br />is just a sham of life which is so shallow- <br />Shallow as our mind can tell, <br />for life is so deep that no one knows well. <br />Behind celestial light life is there before <br />embedded by sweet grace open door lore. <br />Waking soul slumbers and closes the open door lore, <br />limiting our thoughts in numbers of resemblances <br />if there are more. <br />The superficiality of trail that we trod in this life <br />are just as we are-frail: almost always in obscurity. <br />But sometimes the soul wakes <br />consoling the restlessness it takes. <br />And again it slumbers <br />Limiting our thoughts in numbers of resemblances <br />if there are more. <br />As the soul sleeps, our hearts always weep: <br />As the soul wakes up, our hearts leap up. <br />But, more than the rest we know - <br />Every time the soul sleeps we fall; <br />Every time the soul wakes up we stand. <br />For in every defeat, in every struggle there is victory. <br />Rejoice! Rejoice!<br /><br />Winston Soldevilla<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sham-of-life/
