Fear of people who have no fear of God.

Fear of them awind for all beauties overspread around.

Fear of the evil omens that torment and dwell in the minds

of those born without faith.

Fear of those who forget we are a masterpiece coined

by the sixth day in the divine journey of creation, and,

pleased for us, the Creator rested on the seventh one.

Fear for those who don’t believe our life on earth consists

in sacred and saint a pilgrimage that leads us, sure and safe,

to long dreamed and promised a new land.

Fear that these pure and simple truths cease to dwell

in the hearts of loving brothers and sisters.


Journeying On Earth

We constitute a family and build our houses,

set up enterprises, give people jobs and hopes.

We plant vines, bridges and ports,

raise sheep and sons.

We throw rails and roads, farms and cities,

churches, cathedrals and skyscrapers.

We spread life all around,

as if this world was ours.

We plan our lives every day, for months

and years ahead, faithfully dreaming of,

although full aware that God, in spite

of having made us in his likeness,

has not given us nor eternal life,

nor his full sapience.

This is our fate, so we have been created.

However, with sole and specific a love,

and steadfast a faith,

we have been able to move forward heavy

and hard wheels of time, towards desired

and promised a new land.


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


Who watches over my sleep?

Who prevents me from falling on the bottomless cliffs?

Who keeps beating my cold and disconsolate heart,

after its daily hardships, usual unavoidable clashes?

Who enlightens my spirit, shielding it from world’s rust?

Who embraces my soul, caress and puts her to rest,

sovereign and survivor from the evil-wants of life?

Who breathes on me a new life at dawn, and says –

_ This world is yours again, I kept it while you rested;

work; pursue treasures and fame, play, laugh, love and sing!

It is my Lord, since the beginning of my days,

always backing me, so weak a vassal, to fulfill,

among dear fellow ones, my mission on Earth.



“Genesis 1-27 – So God created mankind in his own image,

                             in the image of God he created them;

                             male and female he created them”


This is how our history has been told in your book,

in the words of your saints and prophets,

matter we must never doubt of.

Forgive us for questioning, but where

the power and mastery we should display,

which we have been looking for for so long?

Where the wisdom and clearness like yours,

where our eternal life or, at least, someone like

that of Methuselah, who lived for 969 years?

We lived around for so little, and so quickly

You banished us, locking the Paradise Gate,

there placing those cherubims brandishing

their deathly flaming swords.

Perhaps in lieu of immortality, we developed

greatest and warmest one love, for and from

each one of us, as You could never dream of.

Perhaps, may You believe,

forgotten of your primeval purpose,

boldly, unconsciously,

so we would prefer to continue living.

Cherished Desires

I feel I could never be related to owls, bats

and wolfs, or other nocturnal animals.

I love at daylight to stare at the world face to face,

entirely visualizing all its beauties.

I love the sunrise that dispels the blackness,

exposing and revealing everything, without

shame, measure or prudency.

I love to feel that we’re on the road again,

to a future we aren’t aware of, but confident

in one Almighty that, closely and amorously,

hidden and discreet, maybe even shy,

drives and guides all of us.

I love the noise of people on streets and alleys,

corners and places,

jointly seeking to move the hard wheels of time.

I prefer love vows done clear under the sun

than those by the rapture of night passions.

I must confess that, on some sunny days,

and a blue sky,

I dream to ride the winds high and high,

looking for the lost realms of Paradise.


Published in the Sept-Oct. 2017 issue of Indiana Voice Journal.


Published in Whispers, January 21, 2018.


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

Your Earthly Days

At your birth, you frightened people

by loud and harsh a cry, clamoring

by the loss of the motherly warmth

and arriving, without prior consent

in a strange, indeed bright new world.

Since then, immutable fate, which

always writes the history of our days,

has given you, besides your family,

your friends, lovers, also enemies.

This, with little of hard a toil and

unfailing faith, fatally will bring you

the lot awarded for all of us: doubts

and fears, defeats, and, sometimes,

some triumphs and glories.

Expect usual and pitiless pain, but

never abdicate to pursue happiness,

although always hidden and furtive.

Prior to all, remember Eternity remains

on the Lost Paradise, far beyond from us.

Valorize your earthly days, never denying

those dark and dull ones, they are as a fee

to be alive; they are our Star of David, that

we must not refuse to carry.

Blend them with the happy ones, smiling

and going ahead, fearless and audacious,

just as must be a man.


Published in Red Wolf Journal, April 7, 2017.


Published in the Sept-Oct.2017 issue of Indiana Voice Journal


Hidden Reality Show

No one knows, even dreams, what stories

have unfolded in these now empty rooms,

passions they have witnessed and secrets

forever buried within.

Comedies, dramas and tragedies, it looks

like Broadway seasons, although staged

only for walls displaying their pictures,

mute and discreet spectators.

Unlike professional actors and actresses,

these ones took a point on anonymity, but

should be applauded, for they presented

their roles live, without usual rehearsals.

With magnificence, grace and proficiency,

they played so great a plot, sleepless and

day after day, as well as, indeed, any of us.

Published in Creative Talents Unleashed, July 22, 2017, Featured Writer.