There is a voice that never stops speaking,

no one hears it, but me.

It talks to me wherever I am,

but at the solitude of night and alone in my room,

it is better heard.

Never ceases to say there has been an angel,

the special envoy of our Lord, always protecting

and looking after me, since I was a child.

Every year I live,

I am learning more and more to understand

and decipher all messages passed to me.

The voice says that my mission still persists

and I have all the means to accomplish it.

It says that past misdeeds, stumbles and tumbles

have happened for nothing more than to give me

all strength and confidence I am now able to.

So I believe and cannot doubt anymore.

The mission I can never fail is the simplest

a creature must fulfill for his Creator, that of,

always and everywhere,

praising Him.

Published in Spirit Fire Review, August 2017 issue.

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Man that I have born, member

of our common human race

and tied to an expiration date,

unknown but taken for granted

to all of us, I can’t live otherwise,

but in a great hurry.

I can’t wake every day and live as if I were

an old English Lord, boasting a politeness

and a selfness I’m never able or capable of.

I like to be faithful to whom and what I am,

the heir of poor and suffering forefathers,

just this, nothing more.

No one must expect great deeds, much less

memorable feats, for I didn’t arrive for this.

Indeed a son of God, but He or His Angels

didn’t bequeath me other powers besides

wide friendship and some love to my equals.

Comrade with much pride for brothers and

sisters, I wish to share efforts in moving the hard

and heavy wheels of time, towards sacred and

promised a new land, towards which, I believe,

we are journeying.

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

I have a past that it is only mine

and no one else’s.

They have no notion of my misdeeds,

even the many sins I have perpetrated in it.

Now I know that those grievous faults

surely have been forgotten and forgiven

exclusively and solely by God’s mercy.

My past failures have perfected my life,

helping to forge the man I am nowadays,

one who learned from his mistakes and,

like an ancient phoenix,

has been reborn from his ashes.

May I show all my gratitude to this world,

doing all the good I can to my fellow ones, yet

forgiving them, as I have been forgiven.

Published in Spirit Fire Review, issue 10, June 2017.

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When you cuddle and kiss me,

with an endearment only you can,

I feel guilty for unfolding so a happiness,

unknown and denied to those who pass by.

Maybe even some ghosts, survivors

from past bad lives, have been looking at us,

our love bothering them.

I also wonder if angels fled from Paradise,

flying over earth, have not seen us, and,

perplexed, could initiate a second wave of

the fallen angels.

We must live indoors so true our love,

hidden from suspicious and envious eyes,

inconvenient and undesirable witnesses.

No living being, people or bird,

nor all this park, these trees and mountains

can capture all the joy destiny has blessed us.

Silence of night sometimes brings peace to me

and courage to adventure to my past, a region

only known by me and anyone else.

I go a little timorous, for it is a dangerous trip

and by the way, I am greeted by friends, lovers,

enemies, grandfathers, cousins, even by myself.

Then, undoubtedly alive, they talk to me and ask

for news of the present, where now I live.

Soon we are laughing like old comrades,

absent for so long,

talking about everything and everyone.

On leaving, one or other intends to follow me,

but I go home alone.

I suspect that past is jealous of its deeds

and always hides how has woven them.

I think it must be visited as few times

one is capable of.

Published in Creative Talents Unleashed, Featured Writer, April 02, 2017

Some days I do not just wake up;

I get a renaissance.

I stare up and see a new sky,

a blue one I had never seen before;

a fresh air never felt in my lungs and

a music until then unknown for me.

I need to hold on not to become like

the novice of The Sound of Music

dancing in the Austrian Alps.

I don’t recognize yesterday’s colors

and see admirable amusing people.

It seems to me a brave new world,

the rediscovery of America, a sudden

and happy recurrence of hopes held.

It is my day and nobody else’s.

I hold and clasp it with all my strength

and, oftentimes, it lasts almost forever.

Published in Spirit Fire Review, April 2017.

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“Deuteronomy 32-20 – Then He said,

I will hide My face from them,

I will see what their end will be;

For they are a perverse generation, Sons in whom is no faithfulness”

You have put us to the test,

leaving us alone,

missing your guidance

and the words of your prophets.

We go astray as lost sheep

and cannot even find the way back.

It is time You remind us,

putting an end to these gloomy days,

renewing some love and care,

which, we dare to believe and hope,

a Creator is indebted to his creature.

I surely know they are lost in the brumes

of a magic almost surreal past time, but

we are always, mainly in longing nights,

pushing away the mists and remembering

such sterling old days, when we did not know

how happy we were.

Surrounded at home by family,

guests commonly stared at us

admiration and ecstasy glances,

yet envious and jealous ones.

People cannot ever dream all the joy we have

on remembering those glorious unique days,

for so little affordable.

Although sorrowful we feel,

doubtful of current and coming times,

the bliss of our past still shines, being

a proud pledge for the rest of our lives.

Published in Red Wolf Journal, March 24, 2017.

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