Fuming Heaven
we stumble, for many reasons, yet! we stand again
for countless of hope, we never surrender, though
others fall to the ground and never tried again, but
deep in their hearts they still believed that they are
once a winner in some degrees
a high precision keeps on in every way, pause for a
while and continue to survive, until all exhausted to the
edge and learn for something that pushes us to face
what seems no hope to the lapses encounter
all are invited, to go, to reach, to attain the
meaningful journey where each one wanted to
experience of what is beyond these wonderful stages
of life, where the steps is the sole beginning of an
ending search of soul in the high way of perfection
the mind has just started, but the heart is still broken
luring where to hide, the weaknesses each heart, to
face the beginning of fuming heaven
be the one who will touch every hearts to where the
soul desires and let every moist feel the trembling
body to reach the boiling heart of forgiveness, to the
loving Father for all the time, have always open the
door to hear the echo of every voice of the heart
let me be the mirror of the each breath to the heavenly
call, for there the immortality of the soul repose where
the everlasting life stays forever
poem by Antonio Liao
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