Monday, February 29, 2016

Edilson Afonso Ferreira- A Poem


Still loved

Somewhere, sometime, in the old East Lands,   
in a spot relieved for four rivers, shadowed
by luxurious a garden, at royal a manor house,    
by one saint sixth labor day, we awaken to life.    
Made on the Creator’s likeness, by many years    
we enjoyed His care and His love.
Someday, on uncovering life secrets, like    
good and evil, our ancestors were banished
having our Lord locked the Paradise Gate.
Since then, the hard and harsh of our toiling,
no one really knows, but You, our Creator.  
How long more will last our penalty?
When and where should we meet again?
Although heavy sternness demonstrated,
be aware many of us still venerate You,
and, some, still love.
We hope to see once more inhabited
that manor house where all has begun, 
appeasing Your heart and retreating 
some cherubims at the Paradise Gate.

 
 

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