Beyond that corner,
beyond my neighborhood,
besides my town and roads abroad,
even above these clouds
and distant worlds,
there’re people I’ll never know about.
They don’t feel how much I love them,
for I’m sure we’re all brothers,
conceived on that primeval wellspring,
long, long ago, on that saint sixth day
of the divine journey of creation.
Since then, by meager strengths
and unlimited one faith,
we’ve been colonizing our dear earth,
on our own journey pursuing,
day after day, the promised new land.
The biblical one, where honey and milk flow,
which, I believe, we’ll encounter not so far
from the horizon of upcoming a happy day.
Published in Tree House Arts, April 11, 2018.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©