My good and dear brother,

if I may call you that.

I wrote some three or four poems to God,

our common father, and so far,

I have not been censured, neither by God,

nor by the people who have published them.

Today, I dare to address you, Savior

and Creator of the faith into which

I was baptized and anointed.

Allow me to stand with that older brother

in Luke 15:11-32, always righteous and obedient,

who did not agree to the feast for the prodigal son,

who left home and squandered his paternal fortune.

The rebuke of his father does not seem fair to me.

Allow me also to see shudder, fear and apprehension,

in Matthew 18:21-22, where you said we must forgive 

not seven, but seventy-seven times.

I feel we are not capable of living that way,

so we would give strength to wickedness and wrongdoers.

May God forgive me, and you as well, but you did not wear

the wedding ring, did not raise a family or have children;

did not know how hard to deal with so little love these days.  

In truth, I appreciate it much more when you set aside

a hit of your holiness and, with a saint fury, has revealed

yourself as a human, like us, in Matthew 21:12, where,  

“He cast out all them that sold and bought,

overthrew the tables of the moneychangers”.

This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©

Sharing with friends my poem “Renaissance”, today, October 2nd 2026, published in the Literary Journal “Feed the Holy”. Many thanks to the dear editor Ms. Barbara Leonhard.

https://feedthehol.blogspot.com/2026/10/renaissance-by-edilson-ferreira.html

Sharing with friends my poem “Lost by the Way”, today, September 2, 2026, published in the American Literary Journal “Feed the Holy”. Many thanks to the dear Editor Ms. Barbara Leonhard.

https://feedthehol.blogspot.com/2026/09/lost-by-way-by-edilson-ferreira.html

Sharing with friends my poem “Confessional”, published today, August 13th, 2026, in the American Literary Journal “Feed the Holy”. Many thanks to the dear editor, Ms. Barbara Leonhard.

https://feedthehol.blogspot.com/2026/08/confessional-by-edilson-ferreira.html

Sharing with friends my poem “Nocturnal Refugees”. today, August 12 2026, published in the American Literary Review “The Ekphrastic Review”. Many thanks to the dear editor Lorette C. Luzajic.

http://www.ekphrastic.net

Sharing with friends my poem “Longing” , just published in the August 2026 issue of the Indian Literary Journal “The Wise Owl”. Many thanks to the dear editor Dr. Rachna Singh.

https://www.thewiseowl.art/edilson-a-ferreira

“Deuteronomy 32-20 – Then He said,

I will hide My face from them,

I will see what their end will be;

For they are a perverse generation,

Sons in whom is no faithfulness”

God, with all due respect, and, too,

with great candor and loyalty, we come

seeking a dialogue, if such a thing is possible.

You are surely aware of the misdirection

that has defined our lives since the test

You have imposed upon us.

We have been lost, like that sheep strayed  

from the rest of the flock,

or like those old sailing ships

left to the mercy of the winds.

We have never had even that natural gift of birds,

who know from birth their journeys and returns

in each season of their lives. 

We have been unable to follow a safe course,

whether on the paths of earth

or on those of the mind and soul. 

You know we cannot ever find the way back,

looking for the dawn of time and creation.  

We believe it is time You remind us, renewing 

some love and care we believe a Creator

is indebted to his creature. 

This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©

(Published in Feed the Holy, Sep 2, 2026)

I do not recognize myself in certain night of sleep,

when I am visited by unexpected nightmares,

tragic, ill-fated visions, coming from who knows where,

planted by who knows whom.

I intend, or rather, I firmly classify them

as alien to me, to my person, and to my very being,

for I grant them no harbor, thought, or desire,

during any hour or minute I spend awake,

in a full and grateful life of endless rejoicing.

They are home invaders lacking the courage

to appear in the light of day.

I wish competence and success to the psychologists,

psychiatrists, and doctors who may be called upon

by my fellow ones who happen to be afflicted

by such dark, nocturnal occurrences.

I rise in the morning, say my daily prayers,

shake off body and soul, throw away the bad memory,

and exorcise it, let it to return to where it was created,

it was never welcome here.

Then, I dare to adopt the words transcribed

in Luke 23:34 of the New Testament:

“Father, forgive them, for they do not know

what they are doing”

This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©

Sharing my poem “Stumbling, Pitfalls, and Spells” today, July 10th, 2026, published in the Canadian Literary Journal “IExile”. Many thanks to the dear editors.

Stumbling, Pitfalls, and Spells

Sharing my poem “A Forgotten Christ” with friends, today, July 10th, 2026, published in the Canadian Literary Journal “IExile”. Many thanks to the dear editors.

A Forgotten Christ