Sham Of Life Poem by Winston Soldevilla

Every path we follow
is just a sham of life which is so shallow-
Shallow as our mind can tell,
for life is so deep that no one knows well.
Behind celestial light life is there before
embedded by sweet grace open door lore.
Waking soul slumbers and closes the open door lore,
limiting our thoughts in numbers of resemblances
if there are more.
The superficiality of trail that we trod in this life
are just as we are-frail: almost always in obscurity.
But sometimes the soul wakes
consoling the restlessness it takes.
And again it slumbers
Limiting our thoughts in numbers of resemblances
if there are more.
As the soul sleeps, our hearts always weep:
As the soul wakes up, our hearts leap 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!