Edilson A. Ferreira- Three Poems

Mr. Ferreira is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than Portuguese, in order to reach more people. Has been published (or upcoming to) in venues like  Right Hand Pointing, Boston Poetry Magazine, The Lake, The Stare’s Nest, The Provo Canyon, Red Wolf Journal, Subterranean Blue, Highland Park Poetry, Whispers, Every Day Poems, Indiana Voice Journal, Synesthesia, Dead Snakes and some others. Short listed in four American Poetry Contests, lives in a small town with wife, three sons and a granddaughter and has begun writing after retirement as a Bank Manager. He is collecting his works for a forthcoming book. 

Are some Cherubims still on guard?

    -The first enchantment and its punishment–

When we and this world were young, long ago,

God inhabited the Garden of Eden and cared us.

He loved man, but so stern was His affection.  

Once, woman tried to raise her companion

more close to God,

more equal to Him.

Had not He created man to His likeness?

Indeed, she looked for security and plenitude,

perhaps a kind of a fellowship with their Lord.

Then, she taught man science of good and evil,

-         The science of life    -  

changing his role in the play from man to human,

and from companion to husband.

Plenty of delight, he jumped, danced and sang.   

                                                           

God heard and asked - what this carol?  From whom is it?

Astonished and without clemency, He banished them,

saying – “you will eat bread with the sweat of your face;

toiling the land, you will suffer with thorns and thistles;

your sons will come to light with suffering for your wife.”

Oh, God, You created wise and beautiful a woman

and surely your son has had no other choice than

madly fall in love with her!

Would not be time to forget and forgive, disarming                                  

some cherubims’ flaming swords?

The Christ I love more

We surely must follow Christ, learn from Him,

unquestionable Master of love and tolerance.

Son of God, yet a brother, He bequeathed us

divine words and deeds that survive forever.

The way He loved us, great and pure,

no one had or has ever equally leveled.

His sacrifice on behalf of humanity,

that of then and of coming times,

unworthy and infidel ones, perhaps,

just by this,  

took Him to redeem us from bitter destiny. 

But, aside from His Divinity,  His Grandeur,

do not forget the passage of Mathew 21-12,

when He entered the temple of His Father.

Then, not by a converse or dialogue; there,

“He cast out all them that sold and bought”,

 “overthrew the tables of the moneychangers”.

I love this Christ,  so human and so brother,

Who did not conceal His anger, as one of us.

By now, in our time, to honor our Lord,  

we have failed to call out one Saint Fury,

like that of our Savior.

Published in TWJ Magazine, October 2014 issue.

My History says

I hear from silence, the more silence I have,

the more I hear.

Then, my soul connects with every sort of souls,

some I am acquainted to, some unknown.

Mainly when I am at my church, no mass or cult being,

angels and saints say they know me since my early days,

yet before I was born; even before I was conceived  

and only drawn in the dreams of young loving couple.

They say they do not forget joy and hope I caused

and that this is spelled with all words in my history,

forever and ever.

I believe in their words, are not they angels and saints?

Then, a renewed man goes home.

A defiant and reliant one.

Published in The Lake, December issue 2014.