Beyond that corner,
beyond my neighborhood,
besides my town and roads abroad,
even above these clouds
and distant worlds,
there are people I’ll never know about.
They do not feel how much I love them,
for I am 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 a faith,
we have 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.
Published in Spirit Fire Review, June 2019
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©