Sham of life

Every path we follow is a sham of life which is so shallow.
Shallow as my mind can tell; life is deep ,I know not well.
Behind celestial light, life is there before
Imbedded by sweet grace open door lore.
Waking soul slumbers, closing the open door lore
Limiting our thoughts in numbers
of resemblances if there are more.
The superficiality of trail we trod in this life
Are just as we are-frail:Almost always in obscurity.
Sometimes the soul wakes up consoling the restlessness it takes
and again it slumbers closing the open door lore
Limiting our thoughts in numbers
of resemblances if there are more.
As the soul sleeps the heart weeps.
As the soul wakes up the heart leaps up.
But, more than the rest we know
Every time the soul sleeps, We fall;
Every time the soul wakes up,We stand.
For in every defeat, In every struggle,
There is victory. Rejoice! Rejoice!


Winston Latanafrancia Soldevilla




Poetry by Winston Latanafrancia Soldevilla
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Written on 2007-11-13 at 15:20

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