Behind the face that seems so Placid

Behind the face that seems so Placid
There may lie deep pain and anguish
And, behind the look of great Contentment
Many an unfulfilled, unquenched, wish.

The Mirror, too, may not show you
All that it, craftily, notes and sees,
Calm surfaces do, but, never reveal
The turmoil within the apparent seas.

There’s, always, more than meets the eye
The heart does not it’s state declare,
We do not see all that’s in the sky
Where does it veiled, so silently, lie?

Is there nothing, then, that is truly transparent
Does Truth lie, somewhere, in the skies
Like, two sides of the coin appear to be
The elements of Truth and the mirage of Lies.

Is all Reality unreal, a myth, a tale
Does the Atheist or the Agnostic know better,
What is beyond the skies we see
Is it all like the unknown weather?

Does anyone have the answers, I wonder
Is all philosophy a mere consolation,
Do we all know that we simply flounder
When it comes to true revelation.

I, often, Wonder?

All is never revealed to anyone
Like the face of the One we never see,
The One in the skies and in the heart, too
The Almighty, who guides all Destiny.