No one, other than myself, needs or should know about my past.
It is sacred a shrine, not open to public visitation in any way.
I am sure some guardian angels have been in duty,
around me, since my birth, even since I was conceived.
I believe, more so, they had approached and induced
a couple of young lovers, to the holy mission to add
to our world a new soul, a new being.
All this with the complicity and blessings of God,
lord and mentor of all destinations.
Every time I fell and got up,
was wrong, then corrected and forgiven,
my tears wiped and the hope renewed,
has strengthened and put me on the right track
to the land once promised to our ancestors,
that where milk and honey flow and evil
never finds shelter.
That one, I surely believe,
not far beyond the horizon
of upcoming so happy a day.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©