Author: Edilson Afonso Ferreira

Glimpse

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They do not know how many times I fell to the ground,

how hard it was to get back up and how long

it took to heal my wounds.

Nor will they know about my injured soul,

and the scars that were left in it,

many of them deep and painful.

There were setbacks and disagreements 

threw by enemies and by unwary people,

heartless ones and devoid of feeling.

Really, they set out to hinder 

my passage through this world.

But they must know they are not stopping me

from continuing steadfast and serene the walk

that destiny has imposed on me.

Today I can already glimpse my triumphant arrival

at the end of my journey,

contradicting those who opposed this day,

and confirming faith and hope with which

I have clothed myself.

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

Just like Theatrical Seasons

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There is a world waiting for its time to happen.

It waits, attentive to the counterpoint marker,

its turn to enter the scene.

Eyes open, anonymous among the spectators,

an envoy, an emissary, and a plenipotentiary  

of the author of the play, so that each speech,

each act, mainly unkind and wicked ones,

do not become lost.

The author, at home and even more anonymous,

did not want to witness the event, surely regretful

and disconsolate of the rawness at times

he could not avoid in the unfolding of the plot.

And so different worlds overlap on the stage,  

at its due and exact time.

The author, yet aware he portrayed real life,

in his forced retreat, 

his decaffeinated coffee and non-alcoholic beer,

a cloistered five o’clock tea,  

a sad and lonely heart. 

Published in The Galway Review, July 30 2025

Published in The Wise Owl, August 2025

Published in Feed the Holy, Dec 23, 2025

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

Comment of the author: In fact, I believe that, in this poem, I wanted to draw a analolgy between the role of the writer, who know he must portray real life, often cruel and mercilless, and our good and compossionate God, who guides us, (sometimes just acompanies us – see free will ), through the journeys of each one of us.

On Speaking of Journeys

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I am aware I am part of a great brotherhood,

the brotherhood of the human race.

I know many of us do not consider ourselves brothers,

and also know they make a point of showing this.  

It seems such people think they created themselves

on their own, and are separate beings, not having

to report to anything or anyone.

By chance of fate, or by the route they have taken,

they missed appropriate parents and teachers  

for their upbringing, or, even worse, if they had,

were neither heard nor recognized.

I believe God attributes different gifts to each one,

and uses us to fulfill the common mission, that is

to live and let live, loving and respecting everyone,

as an indivisible group.

Unfortunately, some lack the right conscience, those

who are in fact disciples of evil, that permeates us.

But they are also in the Creator’s Plan, and,

when a strong cry for justice arises, they are used,

by firm divine mandate, as legitimate Avengers.

Lord of justice, God knows and sees everything,

and, in truth, sometimes, does not shy away from

forgiveness and kindness.  

We must believe we are part of a greater plan,

and need to show our best on this journey,

the return to the sixth day of that Saint Week  

of the Divine Creation.

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