We have passed through stumbles, pitfalls

and spells, almost daily,

which remain in the past, some of them

even into oblivion.

But really, we still do not know from where

and how, in its due time,

we have achieved strength to overcome

and to go ahead.

We know, or at least, believe,

that in our own power this could not be accomplished

without the contribution of a supernatural 

and transcendent Power

that we are not able to understand or qualify.

We got used to attributing these experiences  

to luck or fortuity, or even some

supposed but unknown merit of our own 

that we cannot firmly expect to continue.

This is the fate of us humans, fragile beings

who live in faith and hope of the expected miracle

which will lead us to the redemption of our race:

     The discovery of that once promised land,

      where milk and honey flow in abundance

      and evil never finds shelter.  

(Published in West Ward Quarterly, Fall 2024 issue)

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