We constitute a family and build our houses,
set up enterprises, give people jobs and hopes.
We plant vines, bridges and ports,
raise sheep and sons.
We throw rails and roads, farms and cities,
churches, cathedrals and skyscrapers.
We spread life all around,
as if this world were ours.
We plan our lives every day, for months
and years ahead, happily dreaming of,
although full aware that God, in spite
of having made us in his likeness,
has not given us, nor eternal life,
nor his full sapience.
This is our fate, so we have been created.
However, with sole and specific a love,
and steadfast one faith,
we have been able to move forward heavy
and hard wheels of time, towards desired
and promised a new land.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©